Wiki: Pullhair Rubeye is the first album released by Animal Collective member Avey Tare (David Portner) and his wife Kría Brekkan (Kristín Anna Valtýsdóttir, formerly of múm)… The album is based on the live set Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan played during their shows in 2006 in the US and Iceland, but was released with the songs played backwards. According to Portner, the couple took this decision at 21st of December in 2006 as a result of “a combination of being stuck in NYC for Christmas and seeing that new David Lynch movie”, meaning Inland Empire.
Notes from a good friend of mine: It upset Avey Tare when he found out that his original release of “Pullhair Rubeye” (2007) had been reversed by fans, as he had engineered the released version to be listened to as is. Avey Tare recieved alot of backlash due to releasing this album, especially when compared to critically acclaimed “Person Pitch” (2007) by fellow Animal Collective member, Panda Bear. “Person Pitch” recieved a pitchfork rating of 9.4, while “Pullhair Rubeye” recieved 1.0
One final note: The song posted is the reversed version of the originally released “Sasong”. While respect should go out to Avey Tare’s artistic decision, this reversal of his original reversal is the closest to how the 2006 live set would have sounded, and it sounds truly beautiful.
In the city I wander, worms get smashed under, all those people are busy with things. And here I go crazy, there I get lazy like a calf that is growing six legs. My body’s slowly, figuring out how it fits in the moments of missing. Steady in my thoughts, I soften the tight knots, my stomach’s alright though it’s twisting.
On a beautiful surf, I found a seaweed person in hot light reflected green on the sand. I was a little uncertain, that some things might hurt me in the night I hid my eyes with my hand. Then off of the breeze, I heard a sudden burst and in fright imagined thumps on the land. There is a house on the trees, where all the shadows work and they don’t make their plans your plans.
And maybe I’m naive to say you should just breathe and float out of pain when it’s hissing. ‘Cause here I sit crying, and she’s not here, I am, I can’t handle a moment she’s missing. Then I eat with my people and I laugh at the steeples, ‘cause Hell is my own bad thinking. I know that the rain moves and innards of dream pools, and diamonds are days with fire.
And you held the sneeze for as long as you could, just to cast it to the sneezing void. I think I have a disease that makes my hearing imperfect, but at least I make some wonderful noise. And back in the trees I saw a shadow’s birth, but no one said it’s a girl or a boy. You can take all you want from another person, in the end you find you lose your voice.
In the city I wander, worms get smashed under, the streets where all those people are busy. Here I go crazy, but there I feel lazy like a calf that is growing six legs. My body’s slowly, figuring out how it fits into moments of missing.