I might have died,
A nervous stuttering
A slight suffering
I’m caving in
I might have died
Iphigenia/Foie Gras emerges from a deep cave somewhere in San Francisco, the deep cave moved into the dark corners of Seattle, now part of the excellent Not Just Religious Music label started by Thomas Cowgill of King Dude. I first encountered her music years ago, I was deep down in the ruts. But aside from that let’s move on to one of the best releases of recent years. Foie Gras makes the body fall apart. There are sounds that make the cells of the body expire instantly. But most of all Innermost Shrine, Heavily Gilded is a record of self exploration.
Foie Gras by Muted Fawn
A record composed of the light that flows in every one of us, and the terrible shakes that we get at the thought of just existing in this earth. Foie is the shepherd guiding us into the pastures, through the forest. Carcass is a track that illuminates the way into suffering. The layers hover around each other, the distorted vocals buried underneath the eerie soundscapes. This is record puts you in another place, separate from reality. A track like I Could Have Died represents the lonely bed you come into every night, with the moonlight leaking through the blinds. The sound of the dust settling on your skin.
This feeling, this passion
Innermost Shrine, Heavily Gilded really shines with Beau, a track reminiscent of depressive black metal bands like Wounder/Planning For Burial/Chelsea Wolfe. Severely layered and full of ire, Foie Gras emerges a new with every track. It is simply outstanding to see the worship in this. Worship of your body, of the anger and fear that leaks. Iphigenia is a powerful force in this universe, and certainly one that shouldn’t be overlooked. Innermost Shrine closes with two haunting tracks, Eat and Sodom. The latter possessing reversed vocals whispering Eat, eat the palm that feeds you. Eat, eat your Enemies. There is one track in particular, that is only in this re-release, Critter.
you can never love a monster like me
because you only like girls who are pretty
and you won’t look past my deformities
you can never love a creature like me
you say that my scales are too cold
and my claws are too spiky to hold
and my thousand eyes they stare into your soul
some things are better left untold
Over the years of me knowing Iphigenia, I truly feel like she can change the world. Her art extends to all the reaches of media, photography, modeling, painting, clothing, everything. The bleak Americana that emerges from the worship of the body, leather, and the soft loudness inside you will make you understand how to deal with it all. How tender we can really be. How to overcome it in this place where people fetish sadness and depression. Foie Gras will live on and on. I am excited to see the next step in her evolution.
You can acquire her first physical release via Not Just Religious Music’s Bandcamp. Foie Gras can be liked on Facebook and followed on Tumblr. You can catch her on tour with King Dude, dates located below.