Crystal Bright & the Silver Hands

Crystal Bright & the Silver Hands

 
Greensboro, North Carolina, USA
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"...creates an uncommonly dignified circus sideshow or a melodramatic, gorgeous Eastern European street performance. Think Kate Bush with Tom Waits' sense of humor, or maybe a Tim Burton film with the steampunk quotient maxed, alternating between reckless klezmer and enormous gothic ballads."

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Biography

2013 was a busy year for Crystal Bright & the Silver Hands, with over 150 shows from Canada to Austin, TX and New Orleans to Chicago in support of the latest release, "Muses and Bones." Bright is rising through the ranks quickly through performances at well-regarded festivals in 2013, including SXSW, Savannah Stopover, FloydFest, DragonCon, Midpoint Music Fest in Cincinnati, and others.

The group has an eclectic, haunting but yet whimsical, carnivalesque world folk sound, dubbed "kaleidophrenic cabaret". Singer/Songwriter Crystal Bright plays accordion, musical saw, concertina, piano, Taiko drum, adungu (Ugandan harp), and various others, leaving people captivated with her operatic & soulful vocals and virtuoso command of her exotic instruments.

The latest album has received press and glowing reviews in the US & Europe, as well as radio airplay in the US, UK, & Canada, including NPR and BBC appearances.

RIYL: Kate Bush, Dresden Dolls, Beirut, Tom Waits, Siouxsie & the Banshees, Decemberists, Danny Elfman/Tim Burton, Yann Tiersen, folktales, ethnomusicology, musical saws, accordions.
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Polished, breathtaking group with international influences." -Performer Magazine (Feb 29, 2012)

"The playing is majestic, the atmospheres convincing and compelling and the overall sound is simply marvellous. A splendid release. It's hard to believe she's unsigned." -Americana UK (April 17, 2012)

"...a pleasant kind of bonkers" - BBC Radio 3

"The entire record is an impressive display of musical acumen, striking melodies, and impressive performance. Performance is the word, because Bright is a performer in the truest sense of the word. " -Pop Matters

"Muses and Bones is an ethereal collection with a chilly sparseness and an unusual mix of styles, from gypsy folk and carnival-esque blues to the kind of gothy pop both Siouxsie Sioux and Adele Adkins might dig." -Charleston City Paper (Feb 18, 2012)

"Pigeonholing Crystal Bright and the Silver Hands new disc, Muses and Bones, is tough. Her ethereal, intense vocal quality is enough to carry the album for any listener. Its incredibly good..." -Consequence of Sound (April 10, 2012)

Muses and Bones is possibly the most musically accomplished album by an unsigned group that this reviewer has ever heard. The album descends in tone from a whimsical peak of twee musicalism into a gorgeously dark arena of sweeping chords, building motifs and consummate musicianship throughout. Recommended. -Trebuchet Magazine (UK)

Please see the Press section for more live and album reviews.

Lyrics

Toy Hammer

Written By: Crystal Bright

In step with the bellows of a strange kind of sound
the clock keeps on ticking, but you won't turn around,
you won't turn around.
Inside of the belly of a strange kind of house,
lies the stink of formaldehyde and warm cherry pie
dripping down my thighs.

Around, around, around, they taunt me, they touch me.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, ghosts in the corridor, ghosts in the corridor
Wading, wading, wading through haunted riffs of past lives.
Unfinished thoughts, unfinished wants...

It's hard to imagine all the tools that you brought
to help with the surgery that's got me so distraught
and opened up my heart,
but they won't fix a thing, if you don't keep them clean.
Stop drawing up the blue prints and hand them all to me.
Step aside and see....

Around, around, around, they taunt me, they touch me.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, ghosts in the corridor, ghosts in the corridor
Wading, wading, wading through haunted riffs of past lives.
Unfinished thoughts, unfinished wants...
are free.

Little Match Girl

Written By: Crystal Bright

Out in the woods she lived all alone.
Half penny there for a match she could sell for a full penny here.
A crust of bread, no shoes, or pillow for her head.

Out in the streets she begged all alone.
Soft dreams fade out, hard dreams stay true,
so, what could she do...
her toes, her legs, her arms and fingers blue.

Nobody's there for her in the cold dark night.
The first match burnt bright, with no wood or sight
of color in her face.
A fantasy, a tree, the love of her life.

Cold and blue, a star falls like the snowflakes in her hair.
Hopeless now she dies and lies so still,
and she'll never know what she
is capable of making and breaking
cause there will be no tomorrow
there will be no tomorrow
there will be no tomorrow

Drowned Out

Written By: Crystal Bright

If the room was only big enough for a hushed and weary sound,
and the clock was slowly ticking and pounding in my head,
And the roots grow slowly over all the books and words we've said,
and my hands become invisible to the notes that fill the air,
and the reason that we're here today is constantly reproachably
the last thing that lingers here...

Tick, tock, the waves are crashing
past the dock of inconveniences,
and all the rhymes and reasons happens to be, fortunately,
your greedy little mouths drowned out.

And all the way from the east side there,
upon a strand of a stranger's hair we stare as the sun pierces through
the last of the stones that held up the thrones
of gods who cater to horders and lawyers and doctors
and all of your guns and knives will be the end
of a time that could have been sublime,
but we'll always end up in the mouths of the rats in the cracks
of the walls waiting for us, patiently.

Tick, tock, the waves are crashing
past the dock of inconveniences,
and all the rhymes and reasons happen to be, fortunately,
your greedy little mouths drowned out.

And all of the mountain people know
that in the eyes of man will grow
the ugliest sight that we'll never see
all crumbs and dust and then no trees...

Tick, tock, the waves are crashing
past the dock of inconveniences,
and all the rhymes and reasons happen to be, fortunately,
your greedy little mouths drowned out.

Corpus Callosum

Written By: Crystal Bright

Right by your side dear, I wouldn't lie there,
and if the chicory root unfolds,
and all those things that you've gone and told me were true,
but not you...
So if you want me, then show me,
but not too much, cause you'll scare me.
It's true, I do, continue to play this game with you.

What is my right name?
What is my left name?
Corpus callosum.

Inside your eyes there lies all the right fears.
So what if everything works out fine,
and I stay right where you've always wanted to be,
with me, but there's always the chance of leaving...
and I told you to stop waiting, it's true, I do,
continue to play this game with you.

What is my right name?
What is my left name?
Corpus callosum.

If you can tell me, then you will be worthy
of taking my paw in yours
and resting upon my floor all night.

Especially Your Mother

Written By: Crystal Bright

You walked around me to see what's on the other side, what's behind.
You walked beside me and before you walked out the door, I adored you.
Shame on you for needing some sort of apathy.
Shame on you for wanting more, parading your fancy grace.

You told me one thing that I took straight to my heart, that's the start.
If things were different, then I wouldn't have the heart to tell you.
Shame on you for sharing some sort of aimless grief.
Shame on you for being so kind to everyone, especially your mother.

You walked around me to see what's on the other side, what's behind.
You walked beside me, and before you walked out the door, I adored you.
Shame on you for needing some sort of apathy.
Shame on you for wanting more, parading your fancy grace.

The Misplaced Zygote: Down The Wrong Chimney

Written By: Crystal Bright

Falling down on the reprise of this story that says I'm lost to myself
and all of those on the other side of the fire and the ashes
pretending to be my guides in this world of ghosts and mirrors.

Hush hush now you won't feel a thing.
It's like "they" say, "no pain, no gain."
Feeding me worms when I'm meant to eat lilies,
violets, chickweed, and hay
I can no longer be this way, if I ever want to live again.
Ay, ay, ay....

and I do dream all the time of flying to the moon.
I will be free of this and everything you want from me.

In December

Written By: Crystal Bright

You breathe in my ear and you press me against you
and I'll always love how you smell in the morning,
and I sing in your hear and I press you against me,
and you'll always remember what I said in November...

You speak in my ear and I try to remember what we
did on the evening in the cold of December,
and I dream in your ear, and I brush my hands gently
through your hair and I wonder how it could be any softer...

I try to hide the burning inside
to be sure of what was already secure

Killing Table

Written By: Crystal Bright

To be killed by two hands of yours, it's love and the table is bare.
All that's left is my ear and the soft sound of grass.
Waiting here is nothing compared to waiting there...

To be killed by two feet of yours, it's hate and the table is bare.
All that's left is my mouth and the sweet and bitter taste of chocolate and figs.
Waiting here is nothing compared to waiting there...

To be killed by two mouths of yours, it's love and the table is bare.
All that's left is my eyes and the brilliant sight of red.
Waiting, waiting, waiting waiting...

Spiral Sky

Written By: Crystal Bright

Gazing up at the spiral sky
I feel so calm with open eyes.
So light, so free, falling down into your arms
that hold me up with dignity.
Is this real, this love, this light?
Revealing
itself only after the fight and flight to flee
drifting down for you to see me now
for who I'm really meant to be.

The bodies that wash up on the shore
must mark the day that love must rule
against all odds we break down the walls of pain and fear
of distrust and anger
I'll teach you to love but you must hold on to it
through the times of doubt and discomfort
and when you all fall I'll be there waiting....
The bridge will bring us together....

Discography

Crystal Bright & the Silver Hands - Self Titled (2010)
Muses and Bones (2012)
Live on All Hallow's Evening (2013)