This Hollow

by Pikara

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An imperfect chance and all the steps in our dance we've set it in cold bone The changes you long for but the more that you try the more the road curves ahead and soon you'll find yourself right here again There's nothing to say there is nothing to say and to learn seems impossible now but I am the mourner, I am the mourner of peace I warned you, I knew you One million options you are anything, anyone so then what are you now? You're waiting in the alley pockets full of golden nights to stop trying and light the fire even if it burns down our home Said today I was shattered, then when we fell I thought this is the moment but how I could mearly have hoped I've opened the door though I've been here before and it all seems impossibly frail now I am the mourner I am the mourner of peace I warned you, I knew you
Closed Case 04:12
Thought you were home, I walk upstairs the roof is all empty so soon is my stare Thought I knew how not to call it desire but standing there I know I'll be paying whatever's required but wait! Wait for my dream of nothing all one piece Climb down, once up all we thought of left behind It's a minute or less but all uncarryable pressure of time but wait! Wait for our eyes to throw us back alive Climb up once more now there's nothing left to hide So I refrain, the evening's drawn close the case of my longing, dislodged if exposed but wait!
This Hollow 03:28
I'm not afraid of your sorrow though it drags me to despair I'm not surprised by your shadow when it follows me everywhere I'm not alone in this hollow, where we've had it almost made The ivy's overgrowing, screening nods and weary stares Walk of a piece of my conviction that we're all together misslead I'm not alone in this hollow where we've had everything made When they come to gloat and get you, they come as if you never knew Though no longer here beside me they could never take you far I'm not alone in this hollow we've only made ourselves obscure
Title Effect 04:33
Seems like a good while it's still pouring down in my room The pillows are heavy from never remembering Now the hole in the wall leads to nowhere at all come let's follow our faults not like before now I'm stuck in the door and the cards tumble down It's withering slowly yet everyday harder to pass Then a nod for goodbye and his smile stays on while he takes my hand as if to say it's ok. And I cannot help it, I cannot fill in the gaps Where did he go so far so fast oh where to? Walk among mimes now his voice so much more then I ever could tell It's hauling me over now years of my memory array but nothing is wrong where nothing lay my hands dirtier now. Then a nod for goodbye and his smile stays on while he takes my hand as if to say it's ok. And I cannot help it, I cannot fill in the gaps When the body is aching something is breaking apart The title effect roll in right at sunset I can hear the sea rise I saw it the day before I still see it I'm a slow walking while everyone's sleeping in cars everyone sleeping
Shell Off 03:02
Carry your home on your back what did you do before you were through? Carry the wind on your skin the things you will do when the clouds won't be moved Shell off! Carry the world in a sack can't expect it won't carry you back Standing on high ground for a view left with metaphors to become and consume while retracing your run Shell off!
Every night is Friday night every morning Monday Every glass is the last every step towards the end but the sun rises again and although my eyes are darker you know I'm quite the talker so lets pour them up again only one's for certain when failures come desert them pour it out again there's no one else awake the mornings mine to break Every love is the one every glance had me fooled Every laugh had me chained every tear shed in vain cause the sun rises again
Hiding 02:55
I knew you in the morning now I don't see you anymore you're hiding but if I knew where you lived I'd come by and ask you why you're hiding


"Pikara is the alter ego of Swedish born folk singer Sara Johanne. The singer/songwriter, who is currently based in Washington state, grew up on the island of Rindö where she studied violin. As well as playing piano and bass with other bands, she has released three albums under her solo identity. The most recent of these, This Hollow, is due to hit on March 24th.

Beginning with “The Mourner of Peace”, the new record introduces itself with an inquisitive beat. It’s a very psychedelic opener that has a lot going on musically. The myriad of keys and strings at play give it a sound that is almost carnivalistic in nature. It’s followed by a chilling acoustic riff that guides “Closed Case” into a resonant verse. The instrumentation builds continuously through this heavy folk ballad, giving it quite a grand feel.

An ethereal chant emerges to announce the arrival of title track “This Hollow”, persisting in the background as the lyrics unfold. Strings and pianos creep slowly in, helping to emphasize the otherworldly ambience of the piece. In its aftermath, “Title Effect” shifts gears to a festive rhythm that teams up with distorted vocals to become rather transcendent.

“Shell Off” is a lot more disjointed than its predecessors. Commencing with solemn keys, the tone changes completely for the chorus, taking on a fierce attitude that exists in stark contrast to the verse. It’s a little jarring to the senses, making for a difficult listen.

Foreboding pianos return amid a distressed harmony during “Every Glass is the Last”. It remains stripped down and consistent throughout, taking on a pessimistic disposition. The ominous keys go nowhere for “Hiding”, combining with distant vocals to generate a haunting atmosphere. There’s an ambivalence to the whole thing that puts an unsettling end on the compilation.

Pikara’s work here is very experimental and ambitious, stirring many different emotions through its various moods. Its sound can be a little too discordant and conflicting at times, but it is always admirably unique and creative." -Dave Simpson, Pure M

"Of all the musicians you get, perhaps the easiest ones to admire are those who simply get on with it. Sara Johanne – aka Pikara – is one such musician who has been tinkering away for over half a decade, as well as working as a pianist and bassist with Åiö Soundings label mates Susurrus Station and Zouaves. She’s now on her third release, and similar to her previous releases (her self-titled debut from 2009; Constellations from 2011), This Hollow is a modest affair on the surface, made up of just seven tracks that scrape past twenty-six minutes in total. It would be unfortunately incorrect to say that Pikara is a known name in the music world, but this is hardly surprising since you won’t find her on any social media outlets; the only real tangible place to find her work is at her label’s website, where her albums are given no kind of backstory, and instead just presented with the minimal contributing artists list.

Despite her work as a pianist and bassist, Johanne’s music is much more focused on violin compositions (Constellations is in fact a home recorded album consisting almost entirely of looping violins fed through effects pedals). While This Hollow is built up of piano-based songs, the strings still take the spotlight for the most part. Comparisons to Andrew Bird and Owen Pallett inevitably come to mind, but Johanne works with different hues and scopes. There’s something a bit more mechanical about This Hollow than most of Bird’s back catalogue, and recording with just one other player on this album (Maja Linde Christiansen), Johanne is working with a much more scaled down outfit than that of Pallett’s recent orchestra-accompanied albums. The comparison that actually comes to mind is that of Amanda Kapousouz – aka Tin Cup Prophette – and her debut album, Liar and the Thief, from way back on 2007. There’s a similar kind of rigidity present on This Hollow, a kind of monochrome sawing back and forth that gives the record an impressionable sheen as much as it plucks pieces of the heart away.

But this comparison isn’t to be viewed in any kind of detrimental way – this is an album called This Hollow, after all, so it’s no bad thing to say that it’s picking from a place of absence. “I’m not afraid of your sorrow/ though it drives me to despair/ I’m not surprised by your shadow/ when it follows me everywhere,” Johanne sings on the title track over a bed of processed hymnal voices. It’s probably one of the clearer moments on an album where stories and specificity are lost in words that seem to want to deter detailed analysis. “And I cannot help it, I cannot fill in the gaps,” she sings, almost whispering on “Title Effect” beneath a staccato vibraphone-like instrument and sweeps of violin and viola. Pizzicato riffs break into the regal melancholy of the song when there’s a clearing. She might not fill the gaps with detailed words that shine light on anything that’s actually happening (or has happened), but her music is a fine substitute, each additional instrumental flair a welcome and well-thought out motion.

As the album comes to a close, the arrangements are stripped down. “Every Glass is the Last” and “Hiding” are mostly just Johanne sitting in front of her piano, her voice more weighted, sounding like it’s soaked in regret. When she sings “pour it out again” on “Every Glass is the Last” and her voice rises, a tiny few cracks appear, and it’s easy to imagine in its initial form the vocal track being saturated with a tear or two. “You know I’m quite the talker,” she sings, teetering between a half smile and shameful tone. “Hiding” might just be three lines repeated twice, but they’re enough to tell a story and also settle the album to rest, like Johanne is putting everything sung into a box under bed. “But if I knew where you lived/ I’d come by and ask you why you’re hiding,” she breathes, her voice barely there and double tracked and affected in way that makes it fuzzy, like the words a schoolchild sung in the corner of a loud, busy classroom.

At the other side of album Johanne shows her compositional chops when she’s adding in layer after layer. Voices wail above a bed of strings and pillowy piano; it’s chamber music with a sorrowful, personal sound. “I am the mourner of the peace” she sings on opening track “The Mourner of Peace,” the track rich with keys, clattering tambourine, and vibrant strings. At that point Johanne sounds accepting of what one might assume is the breakdown of a relationship, making for a subtle contrast to the aforementioned lyrics of painful regret at the end of the album. On “Shell Off” she takes the tempo through a series of left turns, raising the stakes unexpectedly (which she does just as effectively during “This Hollow”). The utterance of the song’s title feels more like a call to arms each time it comes round, heightened later in the song by a creaky jazz trumpet and xylophones. Her ability to move between full and almost empty arrangements, between light and dark, and between hope and engulfing depression, is studied and unassumingly effective. Even when it’s at its fullest (the last section of “Shell Off”, the chorus of “Closed Case”, the spiralling movements of “Title Effect”), Johanne somehow never sounds like she’s drawing attention to herself.

And that fits, Johanne not being one to shine the spotlight on herself. If anything, This Hollow comes off like she trying to cast herself in a negative light, if not trying to produce a photo negative of herself (“Hollow am I,” she sang on Pikara in 2009, the empty void she paints herself as on This Hollow perhaps being a thought that has been present since the beginning). The result is interesting and rich, but, as said, often modestly so. The barest moments aren’t bled for all their emotion and the highs steer clear of becoming sickly. While Johanne certainly sounds like she’s got troubles and concerns to figure out, she equally sounds like she doesn’t want to give the listener any detail or worry, avoiding any personal weight. Instead, as evidenced on This Hollow, she’s more than adept at simply getting down and getting on with it." -Ray Finlayson, Unrecorded

"'The Mourner of Peace' krijgt een eerder psychedelische weerklank. Met een opbouwende klank, en vocalen die ons vaag zelfs een beetje doen denken aan bijvoorbeeld Siouxsie and the banshees, lijkt de toon aangegeven. De huiveringwekkende diepgang, geeft je koude rillingen. Zeker door de dreigende ondertoon zowel instrumentaal, als vocaal. Hieruit blijkt bovendien dat Pikara haar invloeden ook haalt uit de eerder donkere folk muziek.

Hoe hartverscheurend kan pijn zijn? Closed Case gaat verder de huiveringwekkende, instrumentale toer op, de vocalen zorgen voor een zalvende ondertoon in deze song. Zo eentje dat je tot tranen toe bedwingt. Weer horen we die snik in de stem, die je hart sneller doet slaan. Die je hart doet bloeden zelfs, van pijn en leed. Bij de hoge noten voel je een rillingen over je heen komen, tot koud en warm worden vanbinnen.

This Hollow brengt weer eens die zachte, eerder donkere stem naar voor. Enkel begeleid door het geluid van zwoele strijkers en een twinkelende piano klank. De nadruk blijft liggen op de droevige, maar ook warme ondertoon. Zonder al te zeer weg te zinken in depressieve neigingen. Eerder een weemoedige naklank, die je ziel tot het diepste raakt. Hoezeer we genieten van de instrumentale stukken, die vocalen blijken toch een meerwaarde te zijn binnen het geheel. Hoewel hier de pianoklanken soms overheersen, zeker naar het einde toe.

Het leven is natuurlijk niet altijd donkere wolken, en treurige dagen. Title Effect krijgt zelfs een eerder 'feestelijk' ritme mee. Zoals in folk muziek vaak gebeurd, is dit zelfs een vrij dansbaar nummer geworden dat ons even doet rechtveren van geluk en vreugde. Daarmee is de boodschap dan ook duidelijk. Hoe zeer het leven ook kan tegenvallen, er schijnt altijd een zon achter die donkere wolken.

Pikara haar creativiteit kent blijkbaar geen grenzen. Shell Off laat weer een heel andere kant horen van haar muziek. Hier vallen vooral de twinkelende, eerder bevreemdende piano klanken op. Het is een heel experimenteel nummer geworden, waarop ook de vocalen perfect lijken in te spelen. We durven haast vergelijken met wat bijvoorbeeld een artieste als Bjork doet. Ook zei maakt gebruik van heel integrerende, vreemde soundscapes.

De piano blijft bovendien in de volgende songs een voorname rol spelen. Van dreigend naar zalvend, van lijden naar vreugdvol. Telkens spelen de verdovende vocalen daar perfect op in. Het wondermooie Every glass is the last raakt ons weer eens, doet een traantje wegpinken, en laat je even wegdromen.

Het zachte, zwevende Hiding, is dan weer de ultieme kers op de taart. De vrij korte song doet ons nog één keer vertoeven in diepste gedachten. Nog één keer bedwingen tot diepe gemoedsrust, weemoedige gedachten vloeien door ons hoofd. Het perfecte einde van deze plaat.

Conclusie: Pikara heeft met This Hollow een plaat uitgebracht die ons heel diep raakt. Dit door middel van een twinkelende piano, strijkers maar vooral die diepzinnige vocalen. Een stem die ons hart heel diep raakt, van begin tot einde. Invloeden van donkere folk zijn zeker merkbaar, en de experimentele kant van de zaak kan ons ook bekoren. Als enige minpunt zouden we kunnen stellen, het is geen hapklare hap geworden. Deze plaat vergt een inspanning van de luisteraar, maar zal iedereen die houdt van experimentele folk muziek, op een donkere eerder weemoedige achtergrond, zeker moeten bekoren." -Erik Vandamme, SNOOZECONTROL

" While this can begin with the style and grace of a circus show ala Gatsbys American Dream-- that sort of spectacle-- it can find itself jus as easily turning into something like an orchestra. It has piano melodies that can first remind me of a bar in an old western movie but then eventually does turn into the piano as well of something such as Adele because I'm pretty sure I keep hearing the singer sing "set fire to the rain" in the song "Every Glass is the Last".

So this is the third album from Pikara and it makes me sad that I haven't heard of them before now. These songs are so delicate yet strong at the same time that you don't feel so much like they're going to shatter like glass but rather shatter the glass themselves. At times it can appear as just a voice (though there are backing instruments, they just sort of take a backseat if you will) and at others it can be an orchestra.

If you are like me and are one of the people who had never heard of Pikara before this album then do yourself the favor of giving this one a listen. Now I am going to go back and listen to their previous albums as well because I just do enjoy this one that much." -Joshua Macala, Hobo Toilet

"Pikara’s ‘This Hollow’ is just a beautiful track drenched in weirdness. It’s a transformative piece of music that goes from atmospheric throat singing majesty to frantic string-led maelstrom.

Pikara’s vocals are beautiful, and make this track feel like the outcome of if Lorde was to find abstract spiritualism. The throat singing sets the backdrop (as well as captures the attention of the listener, because it’s such an unconvential thing in modern music), and from there we just deeper and deeper into the glorious weirdness." -FreshBeats


released March 24, 2015

Sara Johanne ~ piano, violin, vocals
Maja Linde Christiansen ~ violin and viola
Recorded and mixed by Jason Breeden
Mastered by Gus Elg


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