If a folk band stepped through a distorted mirror to enter a Tim Burton fantasy world, the result might be Brooklynâ€™s Oâ€™Death. Wielding instruments like fiddle, banjo, and ukulele, the group harnesses a sound that might attract fans of Fleet Foxes or Bon Iver. However, thereâ€™s an urgency and power to the band that might better resemble The Decemberists, DeVotchKa, or an acoustic version of Menomena.
With titles like â€œBugs,â€ â€œGhost Head,â€ and â€œHowling Through,â€ itâ€™s obvious that Oâ€™Death does not shy away from the darker side of inspiration. â€œBlack Dress,â€ for instance, is obviously a nod to the Grim Reaper, but that doesnâ€™t make the track any less catchy or beautiful. â€œOurselvesâ€ is a blissful dance with the baroque, while â€œLook at the Sunâ€ sounds like a charming funeral sendoff.
No matter the resemblance to other acts, itâ€™s Oâ€™Deathâ€™s ability to bring intensity to their music that sets them apart. Each song builds, going from quiet to commanding the listenerâ€™s attention. Even if you only pay a bit of attention at the start, by the end youâ€™ll want to start over again to make sure that youâ€™ve caught every twist and turn.