Glorio

by McKisko

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"Let Franzmann’s plaintive voice – a voice as unique as Nico’s or Joni Mitchell’s – guide you through the spare but effective arrangements on the album, which are something like Bill Callahan’s later work as Smog augmented by some baroque flourishes from Misery Is A Butterfly-era Blonde Redhead. Then, once you have soaked up the sheer minimalist beauty of songs such as Undertow or Thankful Tangle, you’ll understand exactly why this short, restrained album (it clocks in at just over half an hour, certainly not outstaying its welcome) is so exciting. If you’re yet to discover McKisko, there’s never been a better time."
****½ Rave Mag

"..her voice is so full of raw intensity that it packs a heart-rending punch. Even on the more uptempo songs there is a warped broodiness lurking just under the surface. This is a totally engaging and thoroughly exhilirating listen."
**** Sydney Morning Herald

"...The sound of the album evokes thoughts of the mellower songs from Sufjan Stevens' Michigan and Seven Swans albums, or even Talk Talk's Laughing Stock - there's a stark pristine quality to these songs, where each instrument is placed just so in the spectrum of sounds."
Before Hollywood

"Helen Franzmann has a tremendous voice, but it’s her musicality (she plays pretty much everything within her capabilities on this album) that really makes it a delight to listen to...I fall short of calling this a ‘classic’ because those observations are usually better made with the benefit of hindsight, but it comes pretty damn close."
Fasterlouder

"The songs wander through minimalist soundscapes, lullabies and haunting indie-folk, all the while quietly pulling the listener into their world... the air between the notes seems to scream louder than the instruments themselves."
The Vine

"McKisko can just as easily lift your spirits as she can shatter your heart, but that bitter tingling feeling you experience by the end is as stupefying as it is necessary."
Four Thousand

"Beautiful stuff." ****
Time Off

"...you imagine this album was recorded in the red velvet draped room with the dwarf in the Twin Peaks dream sequences"
Jmag

"..gorgeous, minimalist tunes with fiery blood... there is a folk-ish temper to her music, but McKisko is more glorious and wilful than the word allows. Amazing."
Beat

"..it feels like your sitting alone with a lingering ghostly presence."
Drum Media

"Glorio feels like the memory of distant childhood scars and cold Berlin winters. With her understanding of the weight of a measured delivery, it's no wonder this lass was chosen to support Bon Iver."
Yen Magazine

"This is a beautiful Album! (No beating round the bush here) Picture yourself slowly floating down a river in a shallow wooden boat. The moon is high in the sky, the night is warm but the air is cool. Wow! Now picture it's Tuesday morning 11am. You’re feeling the ill effects from a rather over indulgent weekend. Take ten minutes out, put on your headphones and press play on Glorio. Hey presto, you’re back floating on that river with not a care in the world. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Aircharts 2009

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released March 1, 2009

Songs by Helen Franzmann except for Undertow: Helen Franzmann, Simon Pitchers and Ben Schiller. Recorded and mixed by Jamie Trevaskis at Junkship. Mastered by Matt Redlich. Cover Art by Helen Franzmann. Main photo by Denny Ryan. Hand photo by Katrin Koenning.

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Track Name: How We Are
Love do you ever wish to fly away
Holding all you cared to say
Is it any wonder
Is it anything
That your many wishes
Turn to nothing

And how we are
Beyond these walls
Many go to fight
Many go to war
Is it any wonder
Is it anything
That their many wishes
Turn to nothing
Turn to nothing

Love do you ever wish to fly away
Track Name: The Hollow Boat
There you sink into the floor
Take us with you red and raw
Holding on as feathers float
Morning light has locked us out

Lost you as the feathers float
Lost you as the walls they spoke
Lost you in the morning light
Lost and lured by fearful flight

You don’t want to cry
That’s when you do
Your salted secrets fall upon the ground

Weighted whispers warm my face
Soak me silly in your grace
And we as one we hold you close
Sorrow has us by the throat

You don’t want to run
That’s when you do
Your frenzied feet they fall upon the ground
Your frenzied feet they fall upon the ground
Oh.
Track Name: Jackson Curse
One woman in
Her many parts
Could never satisfy you
But I want to

Fire in our mouths
We put it out
But for that moment I'm burning

So be here now
With hope eternal
I see the tunnel in your clenched fist
Come on fight me
I'll fight you
Track Name: A Difficult Crossing
Oh the quiet
Swell I’m brimming
Prize me open
Pour me out
Dirty windows
Break the morning
On our bodies
On our bodies
Fifty certain
Whips are cracking
In the school yard
As you pass
And a stone sighs
“Why you got to
Why you got to
Move so fast?”

Oh the bird is
Held by hands large
But there are no arms
And there are no words
And the crossing
It’s not easy
The sea’s alive
The sky’s closed in
But I choose ocean
From a table
Under a hand
Safe on land
There the window
Stands between us
Too small for these
Clumsy hands

Three little steps
And we’re there now
Glory at the edge of dreams
Glory at the edge of dreams
Glory at the edge of dreams
Glory at the edge of dreams
Track Name: Undertow
Watch the tide turn
Feel the pull
Keep fortune at bay
Black oh glory
Undertow
I love you til I die
Gentle wolves in foreign fields
Hopeful within pride
Pray now spirit keep me safe tonight

Ideals broken passing by
Wistful vacancies
The sky a ceiling
It's for me
You held it there for days
Quiet quiet when bells ring
at the break of dawn
Pray now spirit help me to go on

Quiet quiet as you wake
Behind still shut eyes
Pray now spirit
Let our reasons lie
Track Name: Marcel
Move for me Marcel dance your fear away, we’ll make sordid music, let hesitation sway. For just this hour. For just this hour. No talk of sadness, in fluid we’ll forget, no talk of sadness. I will drown in you, you in me, for just this hour, pretend to be, all that we could want, we could need. Lie with me Marcel let our lips collide, we’ll make sordid music then in your arms I’ll hide. For just this hour. For just this hour. I will drown in you, you in me, for just this hour, pretend to be, all that we could know, we could need. I will not know your face. A shadow passing. And the clock it takes your place. A steady, sombre song. Run from me Marcel.
Track Name: Into The Night
I float in the ever-swirling sea
Drift between shores where the preachers be
And now and then I watch a bird
Fall from grace, its song unheard

Beneath you I lay my poetry
Take it with love for it’s nothing to me
And as time and the planets are ever in flight
So now am I, into the night

Still I hold out for my worth
I hold out for my worth

And what of the armour you bought with your blue winter coat
Still you are smiling, you’re holding the scar on your throat
I run for cover, I run for a hole in the wall
I run for cover but this space is just so small

Some they are born inside wisdom’s tree
Spread their arms through the canopy
And their pretty fruit when dropped and bruised
Gifts lost to the soles of our shoes

In far off places I’m sure of it all
I can be the path I can be the door
But kneeling now I’m still and try to
Talk to a God I feel is a lie

Still I hold out for a word
I hold out for a word

And what of the armour you bought with your blue winter coat
Still you are smiling, you’re holding the scar on your throat
I run for cover, I run for a hole in the wall
I run for cover but this space is just so small

Give me music not noise
No pleasures I want joy
Give me passion no folly
No treasures I want soul
I want soul.