"It’s refreshing to hear Thayer Sarrano, who has accompanied an impressive list of bands (including Dead Confederate, of Montreal and Kuroma) on keys and pedal steel in the past, reverse roles and take the spotlight on Lift Your Eyes to the Hills.
Although the album incorporates organ, Mellotron, pedal steel, guitar, bass and more drums than previous works to create a full-band sound, the fairly sparse arrangements keep the focus centered on Sarrano’s lonesome and haunting voice. The melancholic melody of “They Are All Used to Your Beauty,” for example, sounds as if it’s flowing out from a wavering, underwater organ with tranquil vocals rippling in from far off. While the vocals are generally even-toned and composed, they occasionally dip into slightly dissonant layering and uneasy atmospherics.
Many of the tracks use repetitive lyrics to reinforce an image or message, reiterating the same few phrases over and over. “I Miss My Lord” is one such song, full of solemn chanting and revealing a strong influence of Southern folk and gospel.
Released with a pre-order campaign through which all money aside from production costs was donated to Nuçi Space’s Camp Amped, a rock and roll summer camp and after-school program for teens at which Sarrano is a counselor, Lift Your Eyes to the Hills is a well-intentioned album full of spirituality and purpose."
You may also find Thayer Sarrano currently playing keys or pedal steel w/ T. Hardy Morris and the Outfit, David Barbe and the Quickhooks, Dave Marr (Star Room Boys), Matt Hudgins and the sh*t hot country band...
released April 2, 2012
Engineered by Drew Vandenberg at Chase Park Transduction in Athens, GA.
Thayer Sarrano=vocals,guitar, organ, mellotron, pedal steel
Jeremy Wheatley, Jim Wilson, Seth Hendershot =drums
Zack Hosey and Hank Sullivant=guitar
Produced by Thayer Sarrano and Hank Sullivant
Thayer Sarrano is forging her own path into a southern- psych-dreamland, bottling up ghosts and bringing them to life
through her ethereal desert rock hymns. Dovetailing the thick twang of the country with the feeling of an empty church, Sarrano has carved out a pocket in which her otherworldly music has room to breathe, becoming a vector for something deep and soulful and strange....more