Visitors Are Allowed One Kiss

by Clara Engel

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Minimalist avant-blues hymns originally recorded for solo guitar and voice, with contributions from musicians around the world.

"The space inhabited by this album acts as a power centre of intersecting ley-lines of disembodied stories that whisper into the ear of the listener. The characters weave through the shadows of the space, desiring to be heard. Also intersecting here in this quiet space are the traditions born in the Mississippi Delta and the Ozark mountains, feeding a powerful, slow burning creation. It is within the economy with which every aspect is built that repeated listens reveal the treasures contained in the songs."
- Intravenous Magazine

"Pero en suma, Visitors Are Allowed One Kiss constituye un álbum majestuoso que, imperturbable, ahonda en un viaje reflexivo y catártico sin igual, signo de una honestidad sin contemplaciones y un esfuerzo compositivo despampanante. Increíble."
- Hijos de Saturno

"Mysteriös, verführend und unheimlich – die Musik von Clara Engel fühlt sich überall da zu Hause, wo auch Spinnen ihre Fäden ziehen und Kerzen die kalten Steinmauern erhellen. Ihre Lieder gleiten sanft durch verlassene Ballsäle, verhüllen sich in langen Kleidern aus Nebel und sinken langsam die Wirbelsäule hinab. Mit nur wenigen Mitteln lässt die Musikerin auf ihrer neusten EP “Visitors Are Allowed One Kiss” klare Stimmungsbilder entstehen und zelebriert die dunkelsten Seiten des Folk. Kuttenträger fühlen sich hier sofort heimisch."
- 17408sound

"Each track is built around a slow, simple, repeating guitar line. Imagine this guitar as the sun with a galaxy of atmospheric noises, subtle percussion, synths, and stringed ambience trapped in its gravitational pull. The combined instruments provide gentle support for Clara’s rich and textured voice."
- Evol Kween: The Musical

"Peut-être que les formes retenues par Clara Engel peuvent nous déstabiliser. Il n'y a pas de jeu de séduction en employant les moyens à la mode. Pas d'ornements inutiles, certains diraient minimalisme ou formes épurées. Le propos n'est pas de séduire, d'attirer le client mais de provoquer en nous des résonances profondes."
- Music, Books, and Poems

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released April 4, 2016

Clara Engel voice on all tracks, electric guitar on 1, 3, 4, acoustic guitar on 2, 5.
Siavash Amini guitar drone on 4
Aidan Baker electric guitar and bass drone on 5
Bryan W Bray electric guitar on 2, 3
Tomathy Daly Chandler bowed baritone guitar, saxophone on 3
Leah Dolgoy autoharp on 5
Nate Greenslit percussion on 2, 5
Heidi Harris ambient sounds on 2
Thor Harris flute, marimba, vibes on 3, vibes and xylophone on 5
Dash Lewis modular synth, backing vocals on 1
Dominic Marion electric guitar on 4
Adam Matlock accordion, viola harmonics, backing vocals on 2, accordion on 3
Meg Mulhearn violins on 3
Armen Ra theremin on 5
Phoenix York: modular synth and field recording on 5

Engineered and Mixed by Mitchell Girio
All Songs Written and Performed by Clara Engel
Toronto, Canada 2015

Cover drawing and design by Clara Engel

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Clara Engel Toronto, Ontario

Guitarist, songwriter, singer, visual artist.

Based in TO.

Portrait of Clara by Yuki Komura

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Track Name: Swans
you are carried by swans
over land and sea
nothing moves in the trees
nothing moves beneath

over an oil slick beach
pitch night in nostril and eye
red root of your voice
tears bright tendrils of sky
like a mandrake’s red howl

it’s nearly your name

you are carried beyond
what you were bred to believe
broken glass cuts the road
it moans hoarse and full

it’s nearly your name

you are carried by thieves
of voices and dreams
close a fist on a sunbeam
shower of meteor seeds
fertilizes the dust
a plough runs through the fire
where no flower could grow

we are awakening dust
we are a feast for the birds
by an old dry well
a mandrake’s red howl
tears the heavens in two
see the sky fill with swans
Track Name: Uneasy Spirit
uneasy spirit let go of me
uneasy spirit let go of me

lay me down softly in the sand
you gave me more than my heart can stand
lay me down softly in the snow
you gave me more than my heart can hold

uneasy spirit let go of me
uneasy spirit let go of me

your embrace is choking
my lover can’t reach me

uneasy spirit let go of me

vault of stars and a petrol shroud
heavenly bodies are camped out underground

uneasy spirit let go of me
uneasy spirit let go of me
uneasy spirit let go of me
uneasy spirit let go of me
Track Name: Swallow Me
swallow me and your body will grow into a twisted tree
your limbs will blossom into rain and snow
swallow me and I will take you home

swallow me and your brain will bleed
a poppy field into the mist of sleep
your heart’s bright rivers turn to ice and snow
swallow me and I will take you home

swallow me and the sun will reap
a monstrous birth out of the deep dust sea
a wild life awoken, tangle of eyes and wings
swallow me and I’ll give you everything

swallow me and the stones will dream
the grass will sing and the trees will speak
all pain wrung out of winter’s fleshless bones
swallow me and I will take you home
Track Name: I Love An Evil Queen
I love an evil queen

let my kingdoms burn
let them freeze
you can do whatever you please

I pound my fists on the looking-glass
will you let me in before the hour has passed
dig in your nails, enfire my blood
stroke my fevered cheek with your cool dark gloves

I love an evil queen

let my kingdoms burn
let them freeze
you can do whatever you please

as I wade in
to gather the shards
of a shipwrecked sun on the rocks
be my guide, in the dark
pluck the swollen fruit
my overripe heart
and kiss it with frost

I love an evil queen

let my kingdoms burn
let them freeze
you can do whatever you please
Track Name: Once A White Owl
once a white owl came down
drank the colour from the world
the sun folded on itself
we couldn’t see our hands

once a white owl came down
made a nest in your sister’s house
took your father’s eyes
and your mother’s mouth
led you out on a windy ledge

once a white owl came down
and gave your life another name
play with fire, you can play with shame
my indifference trumps every red card in the game

once a white owl came down
drank the colour from the world
the sun folded on itself
we couldn’t see our hands

white feathery down dust in your hair

have you come alone?

you can tell me everything