Clearly, Josh Iverson has a thing for strange creatures, mysterious beasts and creepy critters.
Following the dissolution of his previous projects (See Thick Brown Fur. See Tupperwerewolf), he spent some time playing folk versions of his original songs for strangers and acquaintances across Schuylkill County, the Lehigh Valley, Philadelphia and beyond. Those lonely experiences taught him that there are a lot of appreciative and supportive folks out in the world, stages are a lot bigger when you don’t have to share them, wine will never be as delicious as beer, and in order to make new songs, you have to let go of some old ones. So in an attic, he began tracking a back-catalog of music along with a few new songs that would eventually become the self-titled album, Mystical Animals.
With some support from former Tupperwerewolf multi-instrumentalist, co-Bleanie and present bff, Nick Meyer, Iverson laid it all out in an album that’s both raw and rich, simple and complicated, warm and cool and salty and sweet. Given Meyer’s contributions and his own distaste of namesake pop star acts in general, Iverson decided to give the project a name other than his own.
For normal folks who have chosen a mate or taken a full-time job; folks who clean the dishes, visit the dentist and stop for milk on their way home from work, traces of the inspiration, or the time required to create meaningful art is as rare as Loch Ness Monster sightings or Sasquatch footprints, and the creative process is as elusive as so many mystical animals.
And so, Mystical Animals has become Iverson’s attempt to capture something personally unique and special (not unlike a unicorn horn) and preserve its magical majesty. Deep, right?