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Review: Shana Cleveland: Night of the Worm Moon

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Shana Cleveland
Night Of The Worm Moon

Hardly Art
Street: 04.05
Shana Cleveland = Alice Coltrane + Sun Ra + Octavia E. Butler

In 1970, Sun Ra and his Intergalactic Infinity Arkestra released its strange, mind melting jazz masterpiece The Night Of The Purple Moon. Forty-nine years later, Shana Cleveland takes the strangeness a step further—and weirder. Night Of The Worm Moon was recorded during the solar eclipse of 2018 (of course). Worm Moon is a sleepy cocktail of songs that kicks in at that place between wakefulness and sleep where the subconscious takes over and shuffles everything haphazardly around. Taking a break from her brilliant surf-rock group, La Luz, and going off the beaten path from her other project, The Sandcastles—Cleveland has released a slow rolling, hypnotic, acoustic beauty of a record. Night Of The Worm Moon silently explodes and blossoms out like a magical cosmic flower, arriving just in time for the Spring Equinox.

Worm Moon sports the same surfy vibe found in La Luz, however, it’s slowed down and seen through a thicker gauze. Cleveland expertly creates complicated fever dreams comprised of vast and lonely science fiction landscapes, UFOs, strange creatures, insects and other dimensions. Cleveland also lets in slivers of love that creep in, out and  all around these hallucinatory worlds. On the last track of the record, “I’ll Never Know,” Cleveland announces what I already know: “I’m getting weirder all the time.” The album is stuffed full of Cleveland’s weirdness—it all works. Cleveland cocoons everything into a perfect, psychedelic-swirled universe. It’s a universe I never want to leave.

“Who knows where my mind goes,” Cleveland laments on the track “Don’t Let Me Sleep.” As a listener, I feel extremely lucky that her mind goes and goes. “All eyes on me / I forgot what to say / There’s nowhere to hide / Don’t let me sleep to late.” There is always a sense of wonder and menace in Cleveland’s songs—something, or someone is always lurking on the fringes of the subconscious. “I’ve always been here stuck inside the walls,” Cleveland sings on the title track, “Night Of The Worm Moon,”  “I watched you sleep / You never noticed me at all / When I call for you it won’t be fun.” The song is a sweet and spooky back and forth between a hidden monster and Cleveland stuck in a lonely house. Cleveland responds to her hidden pursuer: “Nothing is the loudest sound / In a house when no ones around / I get what I deserve.”

Worm Moon is a cool breeze of a record packed tight. It’s like ice cream—with each song I feel like I have to lap it all up before it all melts away. Other songs fold out about love in other dimensions, “In Another Real,” UFOs in “Fireball” and the beautifully, bizarro, “Invisible When The Sun Leaves.” Cleveland also manages to sneak in two instrumental tracks with “Castle Milk” and “Solar Creep.” These songs come at the right time to give the mind a slight reprieve from Cleveland’s wonderful stories. Cleveland brought in a handful of friends to casually contribute to her vision: Will Sprott (multiple instruments), Abbey Blackwell (bass), Olie Eshelman (guitars) and Kristian Gerrard (drums).

I love this record, and I thankfully can’t get it out of my head. The great science-fiction author Octavia E. Butler once said: “There is nothing new under the sun, but there are new Suns.” Cleveland helps us find these new suns, and I very much enjoy Cleveland’s long strange trip. So will you. –Russ Holsten