With an opening like the soundtrack to an indie horror film, ‘Nothing Left But The Weather’ has quite the dramatic opening.
In fact, Washington-based singer-songwriter Steven Kattenbraker says that the deep bass and thunder made his pet dog escape to the closet during production.
The track does feature plenty of found sounds – the aforementioned thunder, clockwork ticking, clicking, and rushing air, to name but a few. It creates a really rich sound, and makes it feel like this song exists within its own space – its own universe.
It’s all wonderfully smooth – like warm honey dripping from the speakers. Steven’s voice sticks to the slow and steady rhythm with a crystal clear tone. I loved the deep, trippy, prog-rock feel – at times I felt like I was listening to vintage David Gilmore.
The layered arrangement is full of little melodies. Nothing is rushed, and the slow chord changes have lots of space to breathe. Sounds and instruments are panned left and right – they come and go like sonic apparitions.
The more I listened to the track, the more haunting it became – with emotion creeping in like a half-forgotten childhood memory.
The enigmatic lyrics invite multiple interpretations. Is it about a world on the edge? Truth and emotions? The relentless march of time? Perhaps it’s simply a love song.
“The fire sale has ended
Punched out the glass
The truth lies untended
Breathing its last”
‘Nothing Left But The Weather’ doesn’t necessarily offer answers – just a sky full of ideas, and a decent chance of rain.
Written by Grubby
