The name Montaigne ought sound familiar, it’s taken from the massively influential writer. It’s obvious that the artist Montaigne, the project of Jessica Cerro, a musician from Sydney, Australia, takes endless influence from her chosen namesake. In Life of Montaigne, she uses minimal production and a blend of punchy acoustic sounds to create a style that I think very closely mirrors the thoughts splays out. They’re a little bit noisy and disjunct by design, particularly in I’m a Fantastic Wreck the song plays up the lyricism with strange instrumental quirks out of rhythm and tune. She wrote Life of Montaigne only a year or two out of high school, possessing extremely coherent style and voice for such a young musician. More recently she released her debut album, Glorious Heights, which is a slight departure from her previous work. It has more weight to its production albeit with some callbacks to her earlier style such as Consolation Prize. Glorious Heights employs more experimentation as on In The Dark, and a generally broader use of electronic instrumentation. Some of the pieces, namely the album titled track, are distinctly reminiscent of Florence and the Machine, with the album as a whole setting its tone as quite grand in comparison with her previous EP and pieces like I Am Behind You that are simply beautiful pieces of music.
TL;DR Montaigne’s minimalism, experimental risk, thoughtfulness, and talent are something to appreciate.
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March 27th, 2016: Today is special. “I’ve never had my sights set on the future-or maybe I have, but if I have I must be nearsighted because I have to try so fucking hard to see past the present in either direction.” It’s been a lovely six months.
April 2nd, 2016: Today I dreamed that there were more of me, and that they were spread across the earth in an attempt to make it better. Each of them had their own head and body with which to conduct their work, and each wanted to create. Some were distracted by neon signs and flashing pictures crafted before they even existed. They reasoned that they’d rather not walk since they could drive. Some still liked to walk though, and I befriended those ones.
April 6th, 2016: It takes tremendous courage to make something atrocious beautiful. I could never do it, put sweet words into a sad song or paint death with bright white and red. I envy those who can. That was my foremost thought when I first read 