Orchid Eaton:

 ‘Where All Ends Meet’

‘Where All Ends Meet’ is their sophomore effort. This album was created in separate spaces, shared back & forth through the ether, before and while everything came to a dreaded pause. It’s a vain hope but also illuminating: a thread to walk, many chances to heal. Brian and Matt have been taking turns living in intermediate states (welcoming babies and losing a mom and a dad-in-law). Where threads are tied and untied, on and on. Matter neither being created or destroyed.

Even objects live past lives. Craigslist soundboards, thrift store keyboards, cigarette smoke microphones, tape machines suffused with stories. These songs passed through analog equipment in their respective home studios, required into electric current, squeezed and smoothed into a hazy hug. A comfort; like swaying of grass in the wind; witness to the beauty and the horror. Of all.

It may be a cheap way to prolong life, but these machines and tools are Orchid Eaton’s preferred wavelength. The nine songs are a rumination and acceptance of impermanence, birth and death, as much as can be considered. All are past and present at once. Maybe in some form they live forever. These songs were purposely constructed but patiently waited for, like a cup being filled by ground water that once fell as rain. Down to the center where there are always layers lower, those that ring truest in our heart of hearts.