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So if I begrudge them at all, it’s only slightly, and only after experiencing both genuine pleasure at the quality of the songs here and also relief that Words Are Dead was not a fluke. 1860 spencer carbine serial numbers. But that record means something special for me. I liked it at the time, but probably undervalued it: I’ve played it more than any other record from 2006 in the few years since. Ringle and Broderick’s sound and songcraft arrived fully formed, but maybe it’s the sparseness of their work as a duo that I’m drawn to. Whereas the violin and cello on House With No Home often sticks to the sweeping, gracious lines you’d expect, Broderick’s violin work on Words Are Dead is pointillist, nagging, insistent, coming at you at odd angles.

Both records existed for me in an Impressionistic haze before the songs really coalesced after repeated listening, so maybe a part of this is just how long I’ve had both of them around to hear. But there’s something tensile, febrile, about the songs on their debut that the more conventionally pretty House With No Home doesn’t quite seem to reach. But I don’t want to create a false dichotomy, and maybe I’m guilty of talking inside baseball here (I’d be curious to know if the sonic difference between the two albums is apparent to many other listeners). “Curs in the Weeds”, for example, opens this record with one of Ringle’s most beautiful melodies, and Broderick follows it with a violin part that flows gracefully from short, almost pizzicato (although still, I think, bowed) figures into something more elongated and keening. It’s a sublime moment and a great song, and part of the reason why I feel churlish for knocking them even slightly for getting a bit prettier and lusher. The band’s palette has expanded as they have, and the touches of celeste, cello and added vocals certainly add lovely shades to Horse Feathers’ music.

In many ways, House With No Home is the ideal second album for a band like this: a refinement and broadening and deepening, even of their sound, one that suggests a rich and hopefully lasting career.