Chicago’s Eitarnora have been pouring out tiny pools of inspired, improvised Americana since 2009.
Made up of two outstanding young musicians, multi-instrumentalist and vocalist Val Dorr and his companion, the classical guitar virtuoso Jon Rosenthal. Rosenthal’s playing is a evocative river of lyrical tranquility, moving constantly in the seemingly thoughtful phrases of a woebegone troubadour, while Dorr simultaneously pushes Rosenthal with a pulsing undercurrent of various instrumentation, while also following him in a gorgeously mournful falsetto lead vocal. Despite their current urban station, this duo seems to be staring intently out the window, painfully yearning for communion with the ancient expanse of our midwestern homeland as it speeds past us at 65mph. Not unlike a more centered take on the post-industrial animist folkways of the Jewelled Antler Collective, who created similar organic fantasy within the seething metropolis of San Francisco. Eitarnora have constructed their own transcendent mythology and musical pathworking which inspire both themselves and the listener along the crooked ways to ones own astral temple, where a certain natural harmony can be realized, no matter what your surroundings may be.