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martes, 6 de diciembre de 2011

CXLVI. His Name Is Alive | Livonia





















Livonia
©4AD. UK, 1990.


His Name Is Alive evolved dream-pop for the new decade. Thus, set in a far more electronic landscape, "As We Could Ever" brought the Cocteau Twins into the 90's. Then the ghostly soprano vox and desolate loops of "E-nicolle" occupied a haunted dimension. It wasn't surprising that "Some And I" embraced dark-punk atmospherics, a la Siouxsie And The Banshees (circa A Kiss In The Dreamhouse). In the meantime, their dream-pop seized a disassembled futurist structure in "Fossil". Even more ambitious, the reprise of "E-nicolle" was built around a future-primitive dance in a void - raising memories of Jon Hassell.

In contrast, "Caroline's Supposed Demon" was more or less medieval folk. But then "Reincarnation" was comprised of industrial loops in it's entirety. As if troubled by turmoil, and never staying somewhere for too long, "You And I Have Seizures" displayed a baroque and dream-like neoclassical dream-pop. Then the stark and desolate distortions of "How Ghosts Affect Relationships" followed a parallel course as the Slowdive of the first EPs. In a final great touch, "Darkest Dreams" embosomed the subconscious grand folklore of the fairy-tale element.

A very intriguing album by Warn Defever Aka His Name Is Alive.

Ily

 


jueves, 17 de noviembre de 2011

CXXIV. Dead Can Dance | Aion





















Aion
©4AD. UK, 1990.


Desconcertante el designio de la clarividencia: el muerto puede bailar. ¿Prodigio o infortunio? Peor aún, ¡su ritmo!, ese contoneo corrupto que dibuja una vil existencia; esa demencial imagen, placida, de tortura psicológica delineada por una atmósfera disímil, turgente de escabrosos detalles armoniosos que como tibias notas, como embrujo de lágrimas musicales, agobian y fascinan, cual relación bipolar. Y es que es asombroso como ese manto musical, ese murmullo sardónico que se esconde tras esta mirada cabizbaja, deprava a la belleza y la ahoga en un estado vesánico, y que tras arrebatos pasionales la saca a flote, y el duelo del desenfreno se desarrolla sobre una espesa e impenetrable niebla de desilusión. ¡Sí!, esa niebla, que cobija a las sombras reptantes en su narcótica intimidad embustera y de esta suerte, forma la unidad, punto de partida e inicio hacia mundos de ensueño y profunda introspección. Proeza mórbida, maldición suprema, amor sucio, manto de oscuridad que ofusca a la razón, haciéndola despreciadora de la cognición, y que malamente troca esa virtud por el desenfreno de las prohibiciones, del instinto natural y de versos recargados y vacíos que nos han de dar consuelo. Desconcertante el designio de la clarividencia, el muerto puede bailar: ¡me estoy moviendo, el muerto soy yo!.

Crimsondelator
 


 

domingo, 16 de octubre de 2011

XCIX. This Mortal Coil | Blood





















Blood
©4AD. UK, 1991.


‟The least interesting of their three albums, "Blood" is filled with pointless instrumental music (some composed by Ivo Watts-Russel himself) and some awesome songs, the best of them are remakes of original songs by Randy California, Chris Bell and Syd Barrett, among others. I once had "Blood" in vinyl and I hated it because of its dark and depressing atmosphere - where once existed mystery and terror (essentially the first album) now rested a dimming light. Basically I bought this for Caroline Crawley, the beautiful female voice of Shelleyan Orphan, who unfortunately disappeared from view several years ago. With her voice, "Mr. Somewhere" worth this album alone.‟

Antonbildern




martes, 27 de septiembre de 2011

LXXXIV: Dead Can Dance | Spleen And Ideal





















Spleen And Ideal
©4AD. UK, 1985.


‟Dead Can Dance defined their music in Spleen and Ideal, moving away from gothic-rock, though still belonging in the age of gothic-rock, as exemplified by "De Profundis", which is a pure liturgy, a sound that is further abstracted in the ceremonial pounding of "Ascension", which veers towards impressionist sound-painting, i.e. pure atmosphere. It's a spectacular start but which doesn't last very long, with Lisa Gerrard's medieval litany "Circumradiant Dawn" and Brendan Perry's pompous (but tame) "The Cardinal Sin" (halfway between a ceremonial chant and an existential ballad) being far less impressive. Thankfully, "Mesmerism" returns to a sensational atmosphere: part Slavic dance, part middle-eastern ecstatic chorus, and part European symphonic splendour, all the while Perry reverts to the dense marching ceremony "Enigma Of The Absolute". European classical pessimism returns in "Advent", which also confirms they still rely on the post-punk beat. "Avatar" (with it's breathtaking coda) sort of encapsulates the method of the whole album, which is: getting the ethnic ceremonial litany, adding the sparkling textures of new-age (which themselves are a new form of symphonic music) and working within the framework of European pessimism (which is also the framework that gothic-rock adheres to). After such a highlight, the closing "Indoctrination" feels much inferior, which also underlines that this is a rather uneven album.‟


Ily



  

domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011

LX. Clan Of Xymox | Medusa




















Medusa
©4AD. UK, 1986.


Hay musica en nuestras vidas. La usamos como una maquina del tiempo sin perillas, como algo que dé un marco a alguna situacion que en nuestra escala de valores, es "importante"(aunque ya sabemos que para el resto del mundo es banal), o bien para viajar dentro nuestro. Y seguramente que para miles de cosas mas.
Si, es importante la musica. Es por eso que escribimos aca, es por eso que nos late el corazon de mas esperando algun disco que creemos bueno, es por eso que nos enfurecemos con las decepciones, es por eso que alguna vieja cancion nos puede remover la basura interior que tapaba alguna pena que queriamos ocultar. Automaticamente trasladamos acordes, escalas y ritmos a alguna playa en un verano ya descolorido, al olor de un perfume que nos lleno en un abrazo que era despedida, al sabor dulzon de una maquina de humo en alguna pista, a un largo viaje en la parte trasera de un auto.
"Medusa" es uno de esos albumes con canciones que provocan eso en mi. Su materia prima, las ideas que lo moldearon,las fases por las que tuvo que pasar para salir al mundo,todo eso hoy es banal.Porque mi vida le dio el valor que hoy tiene para mi.
En Holanda, a principios de los ochenta unos jóvenes creían (como muchos en esa epoca) que lo oscuro era mas bello que lo luminoso. Y si, yo siempre creí que la luz no deja misterios, te los revela, pero la oscuridad te hace pensar en que habra alrededor tuyo. Puedes temer, pensar, imaginar. Porque no sabes. La luz es toda realidad, es el mundo desnudo frente a ti, sin tapujos, sin esquinas invisibles. Dije que estaba en un momento muy "dark"?.
Nimjegen era la ciudad, y el año era 1983. Ronny Moorings, Anka Wolbert y Pieter Nooten, ellos eran los jovenes. Ya en Amsterdam, editan "Subsequent Pleasures", no pasa nada, hasta que 4 AD les echa el ojo. Y a lanzar en 1985, su album debut (llamado como la banda), que no era mas que una regrabacion de "SP", aliviando el espiritu tecno pop y decantandolo hacias zonas mas acusticas y profundas.

Para continuar semejante obra (es "Stranger" el mejor tema de los ochenta?), decidieron hacer un album similar, pero de mayor carga emotiva y un poco mas oscuro. Y ese disco fue este "Medusa". Su mejor trabajo y la cima de su carrera.
Conceptualmente, en el disco convergen varios de los estilos que habian hecho eclosion en la primera mitad de la decada: lo etéreo, el darkwave, el gotico, algo de tecno pop. Pero es la calidad de las canciones que hace que este disco deje en verguenza a mas de un imitador.
El disco es corto, ya que de diez temas, algunos son instrumentales que funcionan como una introduccion al mundo de Medusa (como "Theme I") y otros que actuan de puente ("Theme II"). En ambos, la melancolia es extrema. "Theme I" marca el tono general del album, recuerdos que lastiman, un adios que dolió demasiado, una carta a medio escribir en donde decimos que nos vamos y no volveremos. Inmediatamente despues viene "Medusa", la cancion, construida a base de una agradable melodia y una base programada.

"Finalmente, he visto la luz en tus ojos/y ahora glorifico mi destino tragico".
La pena de la perdida y la vida que es un tormento.
Sigue "Michelle", propulsada por una pontente guitarra acustica, tocada con furia. La mujer como motivo de desgracia en los (pobres) hombres. Pero asi como una nos puede matar, solo otra mujer nos puede salvar.
Luego de "Theme II" viene el segundo mejor tema del album, "Louise". Semejante en lo musical a "Michelle", pero el tono de la cancion es totalmente devastador.

"Louise, siempre recordare ese dia/me arrodille pidiendo que te quedaras".
La vida vacia despues de perder el amor.Que queda luego?.

"Louise, Louise, Louise/mi corazon antes solia latir/ahora solo llora"
No, lo "dark" no es acerca de vampiros, cráneos y estetica vacia. Es acerca de la vacuidad de todo. Especialmente cuando creimos, tontamente, que podiamos llenar de significado esto que llamamos "vida".
"Lorrentine" comienza como musica pelicula triste,y asi termina.No hay alegria luego del dolor.
"Agonized by love" es el tema mas "alegre" del disco. Porque el hombre se ha vuelto a enamorar. El dolor no tardara en llegar, una alegria es solo el preludio de una pena. La rueda de Ixión a full.
"Masquerade" es cantada por Anke. "Esa mascara que usas/ahora parece tan irreal/fria como el hielo". Si, la peor soledad es estar con alguien que no se ama,que simula, y nosotros simulamos con esa persona. Una verdadera "mascarada" para intentar ser felices.
"After the call" es una balada orquestal, de acuerdo con el tono general y la tematica del álbum.
Para el final, el mejor tema del disco, "Back door". Unos pasos se dirigen a ningun lugar, la bateria electronica, los lamentos, la tristeza. La locura que viene luego de la espera eterna, del regreso que jamas se materializará. "Y otra vez tropiezo en la puerta trasera/viendote a ti,una sombra....mañana estare aqui de nuevo"
Musicalmente potente (la parte final es de antologia), liricamente preciosa."Estoy cansado de risas y lagrimas/o de lo que pueda venir de aqui en mas".Si,esa sera mi lapida.El hastío de la vida."
Lo habian logrado, un disco conceptual acerca del amor,la perdida,la vida.Pero el camino de la banda de alli en mas sería muy distinto.

Pieter Nooten deja a Clan of xymox, editan un maxi ("Blind hearts") que prefigura, entre bambalinas, la orientacion pop que finalmente tomarán. De alli en mas serán solo Xymox. Y lograran el exito en 1989 con "Twist of shadows", un bello disco que poco tiene que ver con la primera etapa del grupo Xymox editará disco tras disco, con cambios estilisticos muy marcados, hasta que en 1997 volverán a ser Clan of xymox, en una carrera que llega hasta nuestros dias.

Pero "Medusa" quedará el dia de mañana, como su imperecedero testamento como una oda a la soledad y la desesperanza. Y mientras haya alguna lagrima recorriendo el camino señalado por la gravedad, provocada por alguna pena del corazon, discos como este jamas pasaran de moda.‟


Meek


 

sábado, 6 de agosto de 2011

XLV. Cocteau Twins | Garlands




















Garlands
©4AD. UK, 1982.


Probably among the coolest crop of 80's rock for me is the whole strata of dream pop, ethereal wave, and of course the incredible beast that is shoegaze. And clearly these closely related genres were starting to fire off in 82'. Hell it seems like everything truly 80's (as opposed to late 70's spillover) was getting up to it's awkward adolescent start in this year! And awkward adolescent start pretty much defines this still charming album. If you're not familiar with the Cocteau Twins (not that I'm very in the know on them at all) they're famous (or infamous) for one particular little gist, that they don't really have lyrics. No, I don't mean they're instrumental, there are vocals here. But those vocals are complete nonsense. A word or two crops up every once in a awhile, but so far as I can tell even calling it stream of conscious seems to be applying too much in description. The vocals are in effect wordless. If you're a heavily lyrical person for some reason (this ain't literature! it's music!) then go curl up with your Leonard Cohen because this is pretty much designed to make you miserable. Though frankly I could give a flying fuck about lyrics most of the time so this absolutely suits me just right. But more in the potential category. Already the strength of this band is their sense of creating dreamy soundscapes and otherworldly experiences. But problem is they're clinging too close to their influences and not really breaking out to serve their own ends, still too tightly nursing the teat of Robert Smith and Siouxie Sioux. So with the music tangling with finding it's own identity the vocals really come through as the strongest part. Elizabeth Fraser could have been any old boring ethereal female singer, she could have been like Enya! But instead she doesn't just make a beautiful noise, she makes a strange and dynamic one. Lilting and hiccuping with like some kind of Cyndi Lauper horror version, she's pretty creepy! The guys on the instruments apparently just want to be goths, but they can be something else really. Nothing they do comes close to touching what they clearly want to go for, The Cure's Faith. I can think of single songs on there that outdo this whole release! But is this a good album? Oh sure. And is it brimming with obscene potential? You have no idea.


Zephos




martes, 5 de julio de 2011

XIV. Bauhaus | In The Flat Field




















BAUHAUS
In The Flat Field
©4AD. UK, 1980.


With Post-Punk taking a sudden turn for the delicate and baroque one starts wondering where the atonal freaky stuff has all gone? Where oh where can a boy turn when he wants to hear scratchy wailing nightmare music? Oh Ian McCulloch! Robert Smith! Siouxie Sioux! You're beautiful melodic textures are too much! Fear not though, because this is where Peter Murphy and his band of goths marches in to return representation to dark noisy post-punk, and with quite a band. In fact Bauhaus kind of takes that form of music to an almost cartoony extreme. Nor are they altogether experimental or anything. Actually...whole dramatic opening paragraph aside, I have to say this really does have more in common with the more accessible theatrical post-punk of 80'. It isn't so deep digging as the 79'ers. But man oh man does it use a wholly different pallet than say Echo. Also, what is with rockers named Peter?? Why are they so....dramatic? Peter Murphy is akin to Peter Gabriel (in his Genesis days) in just how much of a damn show he makes his goth music, this ain't no Siouxie mood thing, Murphy is always in some almost Vincent Price type performance style with what he does. But unlike Gabriel he doesn't really dominate the band, the guitar playing is the central component, courtesy of Daniel Ash. He really makes a work of art with those scratch guitars, whereas guys like Keith Levene took more supportive roles with their guitars, standing aside from the rest of the music and lashing out occasionally, Ash does nothing of the sort. He instead billows up storms and winds of the stuff, unavoidably front and center in the songs. There's also cool things like the distorted opera samples that drift through Stigmata Martyr. They even get kind of Gang of Four on us with dance-punk tracks like Dive. For such clear and obvious elements though they play toward those little things as the groups like the Bunnymen do. It's a strange dynamic actually, such bombastic music made for textures and these small things. The mood's not so subtle either though haha, it's a flamboyant gothic theater. Oh god nevermind, this is a confusing review for a simple album! It's a crazy goth album, simple enough. And a very good one, with wild and fun songs. It's not scary even (or very serious either next to stuff like Joy Division), but you can get a real thrill from the ....almost horror movie like roller coaster value of it.

Zephos 





V. Dead Can Dance | Dead Can Dance

Dead Can Dance
©4AD. UK, 1984


‟Their debut album is perhaps the most "pop" that Dead Can Dance would ever go; or, to be more precise, it's the most "pop" that Brendan Perry would ever go under the Dead Can Dance moniker. For this album is thoroughly schizophrenic, neatly split into two distinct personalities. Listening to Lisa Gerrard's songs as opposed to Brendan Perry's, it's almost inconceivable how these two people would record together under a common band name.
Brendan Perry's songs are by far the inferior tracks here; not only do they significantly lack substance or interesting melodies, they are also badly produced with that awful 1980s sheen, poorly arranged and sound horribly dated, like Soft Cell doing goth parodies.
Lisa Gerrard's songs on the other hand do not just have great melodies, they also sound significantly better (as if recorded in a different studio) and make more use of multiple musical layers, resulting in much superior songs. Gerrard's voice sometimes floats, sometimes wails, but always creates a unique atmosphere that perfectly complements her already well-textured instrumental background. "Frontier" and "Threshold" are two outstanding examples of how gorgeous this can sound. Gerrard's songs also seem to draw from a greater variety of influences, western as well as ethnic, so her songs make for some very rewarding listening.


On the Garden of the Arcane Delights EP, included here as bonus tracks, Brendan Perry manages to slightly redeem himself, but Gerrard's "Flower of the Sea" totally steals the show again, while none of the other tracks here are really a match for the better tracks on the debut LP, or any of the subsequent LPs.


A wonderful album if programmed to play without the Brendan Perry tracks, but as a whole it's unfortunately a very rocky journey through vastly inferior and superior material in quick succession‟

Hprill