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by Anna Maria Stjärnell
at Collected Sounds
by Brad Burkley
By odd chance I came by this album. I picked up an old friend at the Orlando airport and then we stayed the night in O-town together. I took her home to Gainesville, but first we drove through Deland on a nostalgia tour. There, after lunch, in a little store on Woodland Blvd., near where I used to play my first songs at a place called Cafe Da Vinci, we walked into a record store. Among the things we bought was Sacred Code by Jessica Dye. On the way home we listened to the new Cure album, Future Bible Heroes, Stereolab, Isidore, and the Lost In Translation soundtrack.
We also played Sacred Code. My friend was a little aggravated. She bought this CD by mistake, thinking it was something else. A name and memory mishap. We realized this as the first song played, after we were far up the road, a distance too far to think of going back, way out in the countryside, on a holiday weekend with summer heat building storm cloud mountains and with bikers and fishing boats passing like fire trucks.
By the time Dark Rhythms came on we had become silent. All the chatter we enjoyed had stopped. We were enjoying something else, Dye’s music for the first time. Storms can be like magic, and it came down in a trick of buckets like rabbits, cats, and dogs, right out of the big hat upstairs. The music was perfect for this as we had to pull over for a short while. We had little words to say at this point, as feelings spoke without them, but our conversation drifted to times gone, to intimacies lost and found, and of a future in love, with or without. Sacred Code was there for this.
I love this music. I love music, but I really love this music. For those who need comparisons, think Shoegazing but all grown up, and with the distortion pedal removed. Think Hex, only years later and moving forward. Think Mazzy Starr but with promise instead of dread. There’s something a little Celtic here too, but warmer and easier to consume without becoming liquid. My friend on this day, who has impeccable taste in music I would say, loved the Code too. Odd how the little mistake of a name mix-up led to a charm in the highway strip and a serendipity unexpected as it is by nature, The Sacred Code.
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