Published in The Link online on October 19 2015
Don’t feel bad that you haven’t heard of Blessed Feathers. They’re hard to pin down. The young couple, Donivan Berube and Jacquelyn Beaupré, have been on the road for years, literally living out of a tent.
There Will Be No Sad Tomorrow is their second album, and it echoes their transient spirit. It’s full of sensations not of place or time, but of everything in between.
Blessed Feathers weave movement and texture into a spacious tapestry. Some layers are drums straight from around the commune campfire. Some layers are Donivan and Jacquelyn pining in vocal harmony. Most layers are guitar. The denser songs mix reverb-soaked strumming with overdriven riffs with sparse, hoarse twangs—deftly and densely.
It’s all about atmosphere, which at the album’s best is rich. But with fewer elements in the mix, it thins out like Rocky Mountain air. Compare the epic opening track, “Hitchhiking,” with its slow build and exotic, complex melody, to the ending track, “Everywhere I Go.” The closer is pretty, but tired. It’s quiet, subdued, simple, easy. It’s missing the vigor that would do the Blessed Feathers’ journey justice.
In fact, the whole album is like a journey. It starts full of purpose and direction, but by the end, it’s aimless and ready for home. Maybe that’s the point. If you’re going to listen to There Will Be No Sad Tomorrow, it’s worth remember that it’s easy to start strong; finishing the same way is the challenge.