“Oh the mountain top
Oh the visions stop
And I will reap the locust crop
‘cus I love you like a mountain Oh the mountain top
Oh the bleedings stopped
And down goes the hatchet on the chopping block
‘cus I love you like a mountain”
- Like A Mountain, Medicinals, Timber Timbre
Medicinals by Timber Timbre is a stunning example of largely unrecognized musical talent. This sensational folk and blues record is characterized by its twisted sounding progressions and macabre lyrical insight’s.
Its simple lyrics are spattered with typical Christian concepts of Devils and Locusts. It’s instrumentation is largely traditional folk, like the guitar and violin, but is combined with atypical sounds, like the crackling of a needle on vinyl, or the sound of a rusty spinning bike wheel.
Though not all songs have an entirely minor appeal, they all sound in some way corrupted, and none of them may be categorized as upbeat. This album is best described as an echoing nightmare of a disturbed blues legend, or an ephemeral wisp of evil. It must be understood, though, that despite this, it is a work of musical genius.
The song Like A Mountain is particularly incredible. Although the lyrics are vague one could posit they elude to the Old Testament stories of Abraham’s near sacrifice of his only son, or even Moses’ journey up mount Sinai. Its rich symbolism adds a refreshing flare of intellect into the desperate froth of today’s music.
There is an ultimately heart wrenching deformity captured in the demonic melodies and broken vocals displayed by the album Medicinals by Timber Timbre. It captures the sort of fleeting despair of a man who has buried his heart at the crossroads. It encapsulates a drowning sensation of folk morbidity.