"Alluvion" ist ein Spiegelbild der Probleme der Welt: Trauer, Verlust, Tod, das Sterben der Natur, in der wir leben, die Klimakrise, soziale und politische Krisen. Trauer kommt meistens in Wellen, und Emily Jane Whites neues Album beschreibt den Abstand, den Raum zwischen diesen Wellen, wo die Trauer tatsächlich notwendig ist und wie man mit ihr am besten umgehen kann. Arrangiert und produziert wurde "Alluvion" gemeinsam mit dem Multiinstrumentalisten Anton Patzner (Foxtails Brigade, Judgement Day). Ein tiefgründigiges Hörerlebnis, das einen zur richtigen Zeit befreit zurücklässt.
Alluvion was written and recorded during the height of the pandemic. Although Nick Ott's drums and John Courage's guitars were recorded in studios with all parties present, most of the instruments were recorded while Emily and Anton were in different locations. Despite the need for social distancing, they were able to develop a consistent workflow using remote methods, binding the recording together with the intimacy of Emily's voice, the meticulous layering of Anton's arrangements, and the outstanding mix by Alex DeGroot.
More so than on any previous release, Emily almost completely eschews folk arrangements and instrumentation. Alluvion edges the borders of shoegaze and electronic pop without losing sight of the light within the gloom, the hope inside the void. The lead single, "Show Me the War," seamlessly blends synthesizer pulses and guitars, deep acoustic toms with drum machines. The somber dirge "Heresy" soars above obscurant dust clouds created by the destruction of women's spaces and cultures, guest vocalist Darkher's operatic lamentations a light that leads the listener out of grief's darkness. Even "Poisoned," the most traditionally Americana-sounding of the tracks, mixes Emily's finger-picked melody with distorted guitar stabs and a wall of synths, her lyrics a guide through these contradictions. In “Hold Them Alive,” Emily confronts the destruction caused by unacknowledged grief directly: “So how do I walk while holding some kind of words that morph from bereaving? Withered is the arch, the moon hangs bleeding. I’ve lived, the dark energy feeding.”
- Written by Brooke Lober + Nick Ott