“Now I will empty them out, all the rooms in your house,” Mirah coos about a devastating romantic breakup, on her new album, Changing Light. “Flew all those words from my mouth just like birds taking south.” Backed by a low electronic hum and a distant suggestion of tom-toms, the Brooklyn songwriter unwinds gentle music that’s as spare and haunting as her lyrics. The only light that enters these sadly emptying rooms is from Mirah herself, whose vocals are artfully curled with a melodic Kate Bush–style richness that contrasts with the minimalist backing. Joined by Mary Timony and members of Tune-Yards and Deerhoof, Mirah flits airily from such ethereal tone poems as “Oxen Hope” and “Gold Rush” to indie rockers like “I Am the Garden” and the pastoral acoustic ramble of “Fleetfoot Ghost.”
Sat., Nov. 8, 6 p.m., 2014
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