{"id":18797,"date":"2026-06-15T01:34:00","date_gmt":"2026-06-15T00:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/roglacup.com\/klaus62\/?p=18797"},"modified":"2026-06-11T05:46:48","modified_gmt":"2026-06-11T04:46:48","slug":"morning-song-julie-byrne-portrait-of-a-clear-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/roglacup.com\/klaus62\/2026\/06\/15\/morning-song-julie-byrne-portrait-of-a-clear-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Morning song #Julie Byrne #Portrait Of A Clear Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

t\u2019s a mood established by the haunting opening title track, a song in which love and loss, the life of a person now \u201cforever underground\u201d, is felt in \u201cthe tilt of the planet [the] panorama of the valley\u201d, Jake Falby\u2019s string arrangement and Nadia Hulett\u2019s wordless backing vocals lending the track a rhapsodic weightlessness. That sense of love and grief as a heightened state is continued in Portrait Of A Clear Day,<\/strong> where Byrne confronts loss as something \u201ctimeless and wide in the middle of the night\u2026 like the world unmade.\u201d A comparison point might be the sensory imagery of William Blake, Byrne singing about how she now sees her surroundings anew, as part of a cruel psychological awakening. As with Blake, there is something rhapsodic in Byrne\u2019s words, a desire to go \u201cfurther into the moment\u201d as she sings amidst the euphoric kosmische pitter-patter of Summer Glass, the power of her words underlined by the zephyrlike sensuousness of her voice, Littmann\u2019s arpeggiated Prophet Rev, Marilu Donovan\u2019s harp and the empty-room reverb that surrounds them. Yet there is also a dangerous darkness here, one that intrudes on Lightning Comes Up From The Ground and spreads throughout the LP\u2019s final quintet of songs, Byrne\u2019s nylon-string finger-picked guitar and Jefre Cantu-Ledesma\u2019s shimmering modular synths threaded through imagery of night screams, bloody sheets and terrains of fire. With the final track, the glacially beautiful Death Is The Diamond, Byrne sings of \u201ccarrying your death wish back into the arms of this rare life\u201d. It\u2019s an enigmatic statement of valediction that contains the promise of both endurance and cessation, an uncertain but fitting end for an LP that exists simultaneously in both light and darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Posted from: https:\/\/www.mojo4music.com\/articles\/new-music\/julie-byrne-the-greater-wings-review\/<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beside you I drank from the pitcher of life
Whispered as not to wake the land
Timeless and wide in the middle of the night
I want to sing again<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How many times I watched the sun rise and die
You know I\u2019ve been alone
Sunlight burns on the water
The blues fall on you like a word unmade
Never to be the same<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was slow but for so long
I watched every gain I thought I\u2019d made
Tumble to the ground<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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