Mechanical Bird: Bitter Herbs

Psychedelic folk from Danish tree-dweller.

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What began in 2006 as a discreet solo outlet for multi-instrumentalist Jakob Brixen has now expanded into Mechanical Bird, a free-ranging sextet with a hearty fondness for the wyrder end of late-60s folk. Bitter Herbs takes up where 2011’s Daughter Of The Wind left off, tapping into the woodland folklore of sprites and heathen goddesses to create a record that owes as much to Sandy Denny-era Fairport as it does more modernist fancies like Espers.

Seven Valleys, led by Brixen’s spriggish banjo line, even recalls the propulsive gallop of defunct alt.country types Sixteen Horsepower, as does the similarly inclined A Lilac Scent.

Often these songs build slowly, centred around the vocal interplay between Brixen and Sarah Hepburn, before filling out into something grand and busy, full of mandolins, flutes, violins and the organ surges of Nikolaj Paakjaer Mikkelsen (a dead ringer for Graham Nash circa 1973).

It doesn’t always work: the bittersweet pop of The Incredible Sadness sounds curiously out of step, more akin to Prefab Sprout or Lloyd Cole than anything else here. Ultimately though, Bitter Herbs is an invigorating mindtrip into the deep dark woods.

Rob Hughes

Freelance writer for Classic Rock since 2008, and sister title Prog since its inception in 2009. Regular contributor to Uncut magazine for over 20 years. Other clients include Word magazine, Record Collector, The Guardian, Sunday Times, The Telegraph and When Saturday Comes. Alongside Marc Riley, co-presenter of long-running A-Z Of David Bowie podcast. Also appears twice a week on Riley’s BBC6 radio show, rifling through old copies of the NME and Melody Maker in the Parallel Universe slot. Designed Aston Villa’s kit during a previous life as a sportswear designer. Geezer Butler told him he loved the all-black away strip.