Product Description

Speck Mountain is where liquid organ drones and sacramental guitar lines shimmer in a psychedelically corrupt gospel haze behind Marie-Claire Balabanian's Stevie Nicks-on-downers/Hope Sandoval-on-uppers vox. Filled in with slow-motion funk bass-lines, electric piano, blanched-out sax, one lonely melodica, and enough tape delay to stretch from Pacific sea caves all the way to the Northern Lights everything here echoes, everything glows.

Track Listing

1. Summer Above
2. Hey Mon
3. Girl Out West
4. Midnight Sun
5. Stockholm
6. Fjord Song
7. Chlorine Fields

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #229644 in Music
• Published on: 2007
• Released on: 2007-10-02
• Number of discs: 1000

Review
It's that combination of sweetness and unearthliness, of accessible pop and trippy psychedelia, that make Summer Above so appealing...and so hard to get a grip on. And yet, if you lie perfectly still, the combination makes utter sense. It's space rock made with warm organic instruments, pop filtered through the language of the subconscious, and, finally, a waking daydream too beautiful to shake off. --Dusted Magazine

Review
Sepia toned like your most memorable family photo, Speck Mountain conjure up a pristine air of nostalgia through their iilting Western psych-folk. Bandleader Marie-Claire Balabanian's vocals are so easy on the ears you'd swear her band uses those golden pipes to tune up to. Summer Above is incredibly a self-produced album that fills the gap left by Hope Sandoval's departure from the forefront of this brand of wispy folk. When a band nails music like this so perfectly, it makes everyone else look a bit lazy. Prepare for the Speck Mountain takeover. --Tokion

Review
Speck Mountain's session in John McEntire's Chicago studio must've come with a free flowing stock of valium and warm milk. Summer Above's seven songs never try to outreach the psych-y drones and organ-inflected Mazzy stars that color most of the intro effort -- instead their dream pop revels in reverb, and slowly marches to a tambourine-marked pulse and Marie-Claire Balabanian crystalline vocal beam. The innocence-lost ballad Stockholm is a must grab, seeing a jilted girl's grief turn from a fjord into a lake. Heartbreaking, right? Soundtrack worthy. We've also included the title track so you can get a dose of Speck when things aren't quite as dire (though just as lovely). --Stereogum