For most, We Are At Home In Our Body is an obvious statement of fact. For many, We Are At Home In Our Body is a reaffirming mantra. For some, We Are At Home In Our Body is an unobtainable goal.
Not feeling at home in your body can come in various forms. Society not recognizing your body as something innately valuable. Your self not recognizing your body as innately valuable. Be it because of illness, disability, dysphoria, dysmorphia. Psychotic phases when you cannot write because your brain tells itself that your fingers do not belong to yourself and are disgustingly slow and imperfect. The constant phase of writing about your body, your brain and your self as if they are three separate entities forcibly sharing the same sphere.
We Are At Home In Our Bodies is also the title of For Everest’s stunning new album, their first full length. The album is about the feeling of unease with your body, the bodies of others, and so much more. The lyricism is ‘emo’ in the best possible way. The music swelling between intimate and orchestral, walls of guitar of an anthemic intensity. Sarah Cowell’s alto is amazing, and they harmonize with Nick Pitman in an effortless yet grand way rarely heard after the early Taking Back Sunday and Straylight Run albums. (And Brand New. There, now I have obvious emo reference bingo.) I fell in love with the album when the bass first kicked in. The production is so organic, clear and perfect – it could have ruined the feel of this emotional record all those situations and moments that are so far from clarity, perfection, or even organicity. Yet, For Everest have pulled it off. Record of the year.