Review: First Aid Kit’s Ruins, Calling Our Hearts Home to Heal

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First Aid Kit call hearts home to be healed on their fourth album ‘Ruins,’ an emotionally-charged record rallying towards redemption.

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A well-stocked first aid kit includes supplies necessary to solve a wide range of physically threatening problems, from small bumps to traumatic emergencies. As long as supplies are replenished when diminished, you’ll have a good shot at survival, come what may. For emotional bumps and bruises, however, there is another kind of First Aid Kit.

First Aid Kit © Columbia Records

First Aid Kit © Columbia Records

A folksy musical duo, consisting of the Swedish born Söderberg sisters, Klara (vocals, guitar) and Johanna (Yo-hana) (vocals, keyboards, Autoharp, bass guitar), First Aid Kit (the band) shares many properties with its more physically utilitarian homonymic counterpart. While impossible to confine to a box atop your linen closet, the duo are an available life saving tool nonetheless. Offering an assortment of sighing soul salve and splints for the woebegone broken heart, First Aid Kit, self-replenishing in nature, offer a necessary part of surviving an assortment of life’s ups and downs.

Pinning their worldwide YouTube debuts in 2008 with an epic cover of Fleet Foxes’ song “Tiger Mountain Peasant Song,” the euphonious Söderbergs offered their soaring swells with glee from a forest near their home in Sweden. Since this performance, First Aid Kit have put out 4 albums of original music. Inspired by the likes of Emmylou Harris, First Aid Kit has been lauded for their vintagey sounding “Americana” style. However, looking into the musical and cultural history of Klara and Johanna’s Swedish homeland, calling their sound “Americana” seems rather US-centric, narrow minded and a bit flat. First Aid Kit’s unique swoon deserves its own, more geographically specific, genre.

A suggestion: In Sweden, there is a tradition of Kulning (Jonna Jinton), or singing for cattle to call them home for the winter. Its sometimes high-pitched and always ethereal, loving, melodious mantra tells the beloved herd, “Yooo hooo, it’s time to stop roaming, come back and let us protect you during the cold, dark solitude of winter.” Which is why the moniker of “Kulnicana” suits First Aid Kit like a Swede donning Sverigedräkten on Midsummer’s Eve. Especially clear in their fourth and latest album, Ruins (released January 19, 2018 via Columbia Records), written on the back of the uprooting break-up of Klara’s engagement, it’s no wonder the girls wrote songs in their comforting Kulnicana style, calling hearts home to be healed.

Listen: Ruins – First Aid Kit

While listening to title track “Ruins,” it’s easy to imagine Klara and Johanna standing in a gracefully blowing field of grass, wearing beautiful flowing dresses calling us, their herd of the maudlin and melancholic, home to mend for winter.

Today, I climbed the highest mountain
I have ever climbed
And I turned to look at ruins
I had left behind
And you, where were you
so far removed from any truth
I lost you, didn’t I?
First I think I lost myself

Rich with emotionally-charged and self-reflective lyrics as in previous First Aid Kit albums, Ruins was shared from sister to sister in a slightly different way. This time, Klara and Johanna had to find the delicate balance of emotional give and take.

“I think it was different than previous albums, because Klara and I were just in very different places in life, and I think that was a challenge for Klara to sort of let me in,” says Johanna in an interview with The Bluegrass Situation. “We always share, Klara and I; we’re in a family where you don’t have a lot of secrets. If you have an issue, the way to deal with it is to talk through it. Still, songwriting, I think, is more personal and more sensitive than talking. I think that it was, in a way, quite scary for Klara to share it and to let me in and let me have opinions about the songs. I had to respect that. Just because I wouldn’t go through the same things, although I can totally relate to it, I had to step back a little bit more than usual. I mean, yeah, Klara, she’s a wise lady! You can hear it on the album, her perspective and mindset, and I think it’s fascinating.” (Klara responds with an instant, appreciative “Awww!”)

First Aid Kit © Columbia Records

First Aid Kit © Columbia Records

While most songs on Ruins are marinated in the tearful acceptance that pickles the end of a relationship, not all are sad. Even though the first track (my favorite) “Rebel Heart” does start out with its heart beating in the melancholy with wistful lyrics like,

But I know you truly saw me
Even if just for a while
Maybe that’s why it hurts now
To leave it all behind

this “Rebel Heart” eventually rebels against itself. As the tempo picks up in a surprising coda, these sorrowful lyrics take on a rally towards redemption through the pain:

Nothing matters, all is futile
And it’s fading fast
I fell so hard, so blindly
Had to come back and find me
I want to give so much so freely
Not have to take it back
Nothing matters, all is futile
And it’s in the past

Finishing up with a triumphant trumpet serenade, “Rebel Heart” helps us to pick up, dust off and march onwards, confidently into the future.

And, finally, we have the “as it should be” moment at the end of the album with “Hem of Her Dress.” Eventually developing into a Pogues style hollerin’ hootenanny, “Hem of Her Dress” represents the final part of our break up grieving process: acceptance.

And I’ve been waitin’ here
Feels like a million years
And I’m a photograph that
you forgot you took
But I remember spring
I remember everything
Oh, I guess that’s the way it goes
Ruins - First Aid Kit

Ruins – First Aid Kit

After First Aid Kit belt out the verses in tandem, the finale is actually sung/shouted by Klara and Johanna’s close friends and family. Giving us an earful of love and support. It’s the fun part of the darkness, when everyone rallies together shouting “Ya, we know this hurts like hell – but let’s get drunk and sing about it together any way!

(Here we go!)

Despite “Hem of Her Dress” representing the final stage of grief, it’s not actually the final song on Ruins. Appropriately placed as it is, everyone who has lost anyone will agree that the cycle of emotion never really ends. It just keeps going around and around, lessening it’s intense grip over time until one day you feel “Aiiiit” again.

Finishing an album with a somber, ruminating song results in the Sigh,” the sixth of eighteen album closing options according to Chris Kopcow (PopMatters). Ruins outro, “Nothing Has to Be True” certainly falls under this category. Sticking with the “Kulnicana” genre of calling our hearts home to heal, First Aid Kit leaves us with one last deep thought to keep us company on hard days.

Did you wake up last night
Drenched in your own sweat and tears?
No, it’s not always easy
You get lost countin’ the years
Since you last felt like you were home
Since you last felt like you were home
Since you last felt like you were home
Oh, I thought you were home

First Aid Kit © Columbia Records

Johanna and Klara Söderberg © Columbia Records

“Nothing Has to Be True” acknowledges the moment it becomes clear that even when you thought life was settled, the adventures aren’t over yet. And as unsettling as that thought may be, First Aid Kit make the chaos sound so right. With the perfect cacophony of fuzzy guitars and crashing cymbals over slide guitar and even some faint fiddles, this beautiful and mostly harmonious album ends in static. It’s the disorganized and darting sound of “what now?” Comforting in its honesty, an incongruous ending is true to life; we can’t predict what’s to come based on what’s already been.

This is wisdom worth hearing, no matter your stage of life. Give First Aid Kit’s Ruins a good listen: It may leave you feeling a bit confused, but just as in life, when the confusion sets in, just go back to the beginning and start again.

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Ilana Kalish was a jazz fed baby, pop-synched child, emo-soaked teenager and indie-rocked coed. Between working at the friendly corner record store, singing in a garage (sometimes with a band) and sitting under trees while writing short fiction, Ilana also got her degrees in modern dance and creative writing from the University of MD in College Park. All of these adventures eventually resulted in where she shares her adventures down the rabbit hole of the musiverse. A self-proclaimed neologista, Ilana is always dancing with words to music, usually while drinking coffee and smirking. As a writer for Atwood Magazine, Ilana hopes to make you smile and nod happily with her whimsy and impeccable (smirk) taste in music.