The eerie mish-mash of sounds that comprise “A Mountain Is A Mouth,” all have one thing in common: a lack of restraint. From the drunken howl that keeps that the clap-a-long of “Satisfied” afloat to the punch-up, crawling in and out Zep-inspired guitar on “Shutters” (That aforementioned howl has evolved into a beautiful, spiritual pitch) Bruce Peninsula hold nothing back. Of course, how could you with your band being formed by eleven members. The limitless tendencies on “A Mountain Is A Moth” are a daring move for a debut; but they pay off.
When the record begins to tread water on throughout the opening half of the acoustic lullaby “Weave Myself A Dress,” it’s easy to assume that “AMIAM” has peaked early. But as the track awakes to something of a rousing call to a heavenly place, complemented by delicately layered vocals, one thing becomes way obvious. Trying to contain the fury of “AMIAM” is a futile process. Give up and give in. Like every good campfire, there’s something for everyone.