Any discussion of
Sharp Teeth generally begins with some mention of the cover art, which depicts a bearded, razor-toothed young man devouring the innards of a likewise hairy and sharp-toothed woman in the middle of a snowy wilderness. For better or worse, the music itself isn't as gruesome as the cover might imply.
David Karsten Daniels turns out to be a pretty gentle guy: a folky
indie singer/songwriter along the lines of
Chris Garneau,
Sparklehorse, or
Sufjan Stevens.
Sharp Teeth is for the most part an incredibly relaxed listen: all lush string arrangements and gentle acoustic strums, with
Daniels rarely raising his voice above a plaintive yowl. But for all their gentleness,
Daniels' songs harbor enough religious skepticism, fever dream strangeness, and odd-angled instrumentation to warrant the grim artwork. "I saw Jesus and the devil. They looked just the same,"
Daniels croons in
"Jesus and the Devil." His thoughts aren't exactly earth-shattering -- heck, they're hardly even blasphemous -- but there's something compelling in
Daniels' soft-handed, rain-warped story making. He's able to strike a balance between self-indulgence and showmanship, and this is what saves
Sharp Teeth from falling flat on its face. It's precious, it's artsy-fartsy, but it has integrity. Even if
Daniels' lyrics aren't exactly profound, and even if they can be pensive-unto-murkiness, there's something compelling in the way they hang among the slightly melted,
Salvador Dali-esque string arrangements, the swooping, languid
orchestral flourishes, and
Daniels' mossy, nasal vocals.
Sharp Teeth digs into you and doesn't quite let go. ~ Margaret Reges
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