Butter has always held a mysterious role in Missoula’s music scene, and not just for its lyrics. The band’s lineup changes seem frequent, while performances around town are the opposite. But from time to time, the group offers up a splendid studio snapshot of its stripped-down, vulnerable indie folk. Field Field Lake Lake is an impressive follow-up to 2011’s Removable Beast, full of shadowy poetry set to stark instrumentation and enriched by harmonies that blend together as smooth as, well, butter.
Field Field Lake Lake keeps a steady, melancholic pace throughout the album, with little variation to rhythm and tempo. Rather than making for a boring listen, the seven songs weave together perfectly and wash over the listener like the warm evening rain of a summer storm. The sparse piano, guitar and violin swells serve to fill the aural gaps around Lisena Brown and Hermina Harold’s strong voices–not strong in the bluesy, Janis Joplin sense, but strong in a deceptively serene sense that could bring a grown man to his knees in transfixed adoration. This music is simple but thoughtful, and it works with considerable charm. (Jed Nussbaum)