Purple Mountains is the new nom-de-rock of David Berman (Silver Jews) and also the name of what will be known as one of his greatest albums – full of double-jointed wit and wisdom, up to the neck in his special recipe of handcrafted country-rock joys and sorrows that sing legendary in cracked and broken hearts. The songs are produced impeccably by Woods' Jarvis Taveniere and Jeremy Earl, buffed up like a hardwood floor ready to be well-trod upon for an evening of romance and dance. The songs of Purple Mountains are a potent brew, stitched together from lifetimes, knitting the drift of the years with the tightest lyric construction Berman's ever attempted. Honesty is archly in the air, but lines of incredible bleakness somehow give way to playful distraction and the hiding of surprises for close listeners.
All My Happiness is Gone
Darkness and Cold
Snow is Falling in Manhattan
Margaritas at the Mall
She's Making Friends, I'm Turning Stranger
I Loved Being My Mother's Son
Nights That Won't Happen
Storyline Fever
Maybe I'm the Only One for Me