He Poos Clouds

This is one lovely album! This is what masterful musicianship is. Brilliant violinist! Splendid song writing & That Beautiful Voice Owen Pallett has! Goosebumps:)Songs I've enjoyed most so far from this album : "He Poos Clouds" & "If I were a Carp"Can't get over how much depth & replay value this album has. Something I have started to learn the more I listen to OWEN PALLETT. I just can't get enough, that's a good thing! I simply love & adore everything OWEN PALLETT has written!Undoubtedly a very strong recommendation to add this album to your life.

I got the album to listen to with my girlfriend who is a classical violinist. She tolerates it well and I really like it. The songs a very melodic and the album has a lot of variety within it's scope. -- good stuff.

Not something you can listen to every day but absolutely worth a listen none the less. Unusual musical arrangements but stunning production.

I like Has a Good Home more personally, but this album has some amazing tracks, the first 3 are really amazing.

He Poos Clouds was yet another album that I picked up at my local library by mere chance. I had never heard of this group and was intrigued by the weird title. Apparently He Poos Clouds is the 2nd studio album for a Welsh Indie Rock band and when it was initially released Pitchfork Media and Allmusic wrote very positive reviews. I can only agree with this assessment. The sound is quite different and to me it sounds like a mix between avant-garde and experimental music and a bit psychadelic rock. The booklet contains all the lyrics but the selection of font make it hard to read. We also get a very informative list of whom plays what on album. 4/5.

Owen Pallett's resumé is enough to make any spendthrift upper-middle class indie nut's mouth water, his schtick even more so if possible. The second album for the touring member of the Arcade Fire and Hidden Cameras is in fact ten tracks arranged for a classically trained chamber music ensemble. If you're waiting for a charmed chortle at the irony of this album's juvenile title and track names, see: the three hundred other e-zines that got their hands on it. Unfortunately, I can't be so hasty to declare this album unmistakably more cultivated than its title. He Poos Clouds is at best endearingly labyrinthine, a complex and meticulously pieced-together album that's ultimately too tortuous and too ambivalent to really intrigue.Let me level with you. I really only pretend to view music listening as a principally cerebral affair; I deconstruct the elements of poignancy because for me that makes it feel more miraculous, not less. But the poignancy (or whatever) must exist first for me to feel impelled to explore, and to be sure, I've filed away many an album in the vein of He Poos Clouds simply because I couldn't summon the frosty emotional resilience to slog through it straight through. It's the talking points that the kids love these days more than the albums themselves, like yuppies dropping Ulysses allusions at cocktail parties. So you're probably asking, well Is it a genuinely good album or just a novelty item to chit chat about instead of listening to it? Answer: meh. It's an album of ups and downs if ever there were one, but it's not conventional enough for these characteristics to neatly divide between tracks. Tingling triumphs and twitch-invoking irritations are shaked `n' baked with little moderation within tracks. Again - exactly the right number of distractions and a pal with whom to converse, and this isn't the worst thing an album can be. But damn if Pallett's all-in balls to the wall approach isn't aggravating to any expectation of lucidity or cogency.My earliest impression was of violin virtuoso Andrew Bird going quietly insane. Though Pallett's voice is plain and a tad precious, it's pushed through so many lunatic zigzags that he hardly ends up human at all, much less relatable. Case in point: hoarse, muffled howls appear sporadically throughout the album, and as regularly as any element in the title track and "Do You Love?" Correspondingly, the musical moods are less convincing when as clumsy a marionette as the omnipresent classical instrumentation is forced through such awkward choreography. Typically, Pallett breaks the number one indie rule of thumb: "thou shalt not let yon moodal ambitions be hindered by a narrow or monochromatic set of instruments or sounds." Bands like Franz Ferdinand don't need anything fancy like cellos or accordions because they aren't going for poignancy anyway. It's safe to say the uneasiest moments on He Poos Clouds are prime examples of stubbornness. To this end, the biggest revelations are consistently when it sounds least like a merely unusual classical piece (the dainty piano pop of "This Lamb Smells Condos" or the muted-plucks-gone-tribal opening "Many Lives 49 MP").I admit hypocrisy, of course, because I have a nasty habit of getting adamant about shooting down pervasive good reputations, which obviously directly defies my supposed crusade against paltry context. The theoretical bar of He Poos Clouds is almost impossibly high: to create an entire forty minutes as varied in emotional texture as some of the most successful pieces of popular music (say, Wilco's illustrious "I am Trying to Break Your Heart" with its stunning versatility transcending its three chords). Even failing at this succeeds in being the rare noble pursuit, albeit one clouded (and restricted) by its own gimmick and lacking subtlety or refinement in songwriting - if it were a guitar-based album it would probably be pegged "B" prog. And it's only "failure" insofar as we demand the blips of success come together in a humanly blended fashion. I don't deny his ambition to tackle a broad spectrum, but he should do so in a universe guided by rules; ride, if you will, the thermals of commiserable human experience without highbrow flotsam.

Beautiful!! Really great music for studying and tasks that require a good amount of attention. Love it!

Although I liked "Has A Good Home" better as an entire album, any of the songs on "He Poos Clouds" (especially "This Lamb Sells Condos") could rank among the best of 2006.