Peter is the best folk singer I've heard in decades.
author: Liz Kaye
I first heard Peter's music on a music based website. Out of the thousands of singers on the site, he quickly became my favourite. I am a child of the 60's and 70's, so grew up listening to folk music. Peter easily compares with the greatest from that generation. His voice is comparable to that of Tim Buckley...in other words, amazing.
Because of my financial situation, I rarely buy Cd's any more...but for words&music, I made an exception. There is rarely a day that goes by that I do not listen to this magic. Peter's album has brought me to tears...to great yearning...and produced smiles. I close my eyes, and just let his music take me to another place.
Peter's lyrics are so meaningful, and his enunciation allows his listeners to hear the stories he weaves with his words. He has also gathered some great musicians to play along with him...the violinist is sublime.
If you enjoy the best of the best in acoustic/folk music, then this is the CD to buy and listen to, over and over again. I have a feeling Peter is going to be an international star some day...he is that good! This CD was one of the best gifts I've ever given to myself.
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Just what I expected...
author: Brie
...a fantastic example of musicianship and soul from the very talented Mr. Oyloe. Beautiful, moving, clever, and perfect for listening to around the house on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Would recommend this album to anyone... and I will!
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Oyloe's capacity for self-reflection assures us that we are in good company,
author: Hannah
I was listening late the other night to an old folk tune, a song from a different time, and thinking that the role of that artist wasn't that of a removed icon but of a kind of shepherd - one to bring the losses and gifts of people's real lives into melody and verse. I realized that this is what Peter Oyloe has done in his album of today, "words & music." He has somehow managed to tell life-stories that listeners will recognize as their own - the questing and knowing, all bittersweet and in love. Oyloe's capacity for self-reflection assures us that we are in good company, that this shifting world has not yet lost all curious ones. His voice, like his lyrics, is genuine and true to the emotion of his songs, sometimes soothing, sometimes entreating. The journey of the near-hour brings you into your own complexity for a time, bades you to ask of it what you will. It invites us to know the many veiled dimensions of this life. The musicians supporting Oyloe know the way to a landscape of the mind. They skillfully express the rooms, plains, and colors of his work. Where it all meets, we are charged with the task of opening our humble selves, of knowing each other more truthfully, and of growing wizer.
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I’ve heard he owns a pair of fake leather pants...
author: Phillip Fivel Nessen
Song titles like “The Snow is Quiet” are risky business as they carry with them a vague familiarity to the gently floating, slow and feelingless balladry that easily falls into the category of terrible stock songs, the kind that are mailed to radio stations on cassettes with ink jet printed inserts with pictures of prairies and bad type that quickly find their way to the trash bin, their cases confiscated to protect a Bad Brains mixtape on its journey to a pen pal in Argentina. But this song is not that, instead it’s a gin and tonic fueled romp through a really good Christmas party, capturing honest, pleasant feelings of admiration and flirtation that have proven to be incommunicable by contemporary singer song writers. Perhaps the albums best lyrical moment is found here, where Peter sings “I am around and under, you are over and bellow.” His exceptional voice is always used to best effect when he gives the inner monologue of self-evident imagery a rest and taps into the greater potential of metaphors. In many ways the discrepancy between “Snow”’s title and its content represents the disk as a whole; Peter isn’t influenced by garage rock, he isn’t singing about breasts, whiskey, or paychecks, I’ve heard he owns a pair of fake leather pants but I doubt he’s ever worn a skinny tie or a cowboy hat, and so his music is at great risk of falling into the category of awful songs mentioned before, but against these odds he transcends his lot and has created a disk of astonishing sincerity and quality. Although the first track is a throwaway, with lyrics both incoherently written and also mixed at an incoherent level, which is shame because nonetheless there are a exquisite music call and lyrics moments that might have been complimented better, the remainder of the disk is of significantly better quality. The more focused production on “Coffee in the Morning,” “Dreaming of the Underwater,” and “Maybe” certainly allows the vocals to shine. But the standouts are found on the second half of the disk. The track to which I am most partial, “Further From the Coast,” could be a drowned man’s recollection of a life lived well as he falls league after league to the ocean floor. The track not only features beautiful and brilliantly balanced instrumentation, the kind that you hear and the classic singer song writer albums, with a great compliment found in the pairing of finger style guitar playing with something that has to be the pizzicato strings of a cello and other truly fantastic string work. “They Follow Sails,” features a less content narrator, and is the only time the disk dips into the realm of the painful. “I Am” is the CDs best track, the lyrics are the most sincere, and powerful, the music is perfect, and the yodel in the middle is to die for.
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