22 August 2010

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Leona Anderson's mock-pompous operatic voice can provoke amusement and nauseous grimacing. Music To Suffer By is as beguiling as a jar of pickled walnuts: nectar for a few people, odd and repulsive to others. Either way, this re-mastered album shouldn't be swallowed in one sitting.

Trunk

Leona Anderson probably would not be allowed to exist for long in our current saturation-style media. Rather, she would be hounded to reveal the intent behind her intense caterwauling until any mystery and subtlety had been stripped from her work. Luckily she performed in a time of less viral exposure and more innocence. Thus, acquaintances such as comb player Paul Bacon and Edie Adams can only say they suspect Anderson knew she was being funny. Anderson was born in St Louis and her brother Max featured in some of the earliest known cowboy films, as Bronco Billy Anderson. She apparently attempted opera singing before landing screen roles in movies such as In The Park and a short spoof of Rudolph Valentino's Blood and Sand called Mud and Sand (with Stan Laurel as "Rhubarb Valentino"). After hearing her sing, the oft-repeated joke is to wish that she had stayed in silent cinema.

In the mid-1950s Anderson recorded a tune called "Fish" accompanied by Bill Baird (the puppeteer from The Sound of Music) on tenor tuba and Tony Burrello, who recorded his own single "There's A New Sound (The Sound of Worms Eating Your Brain)" on calliope, an instrument associated with steamboats. It's a pity that "Fish" isn't included here since it did lead to the making of Music To Suffer By. "Fish" caught the ear of Ernie Kovacs who featured it in a running TV gag with him standing beside a suit of armor and opening the visor for Anderson's voice to come bellowing out. She also appeared on his show and that led to the recording and original release of the album by Unique Records.

Trunk Records do their usual valuable service to collectors with this remastering by Jon Brooks at NewyattSounds. Anderson's phrasing and the choice of instruments to accompany her come over very well. The other obvious joke is that she has never sounded better (and worse). Her gently-strangled-to-death versions of standards such as "I Love Paris" are fine but the truly worthwhile pieces are original compositions which use sincere logic and gusto to create something not just funny but quite bizarre. Perhaps that is why the mesmerizing "Rats in My Room" makes me think of Kafka and the cheese-themed "Limburger Lover" brings to mind the notorious butter scene from Last Tango in Paris.

Leona Anderson is in the pantheon of skillful badness along with such cracked cultural pleasures as Les Dawson's piano playing, the cathartic wildness of the Legendary Stardust Cowboy, and the musical bicycle antics of the young Frank Zappa. The single bang just after the end of "Indian Love Call" suggests that someone finally couldn't take it anymore and shot her, although she actually lived to the age of 88 and passed away in California on Christmas day, 1973. Whether she is described as demented, hilarious, or torturous, Anderson will be remembered long after the majority of all the ubiquitous auto-tuned dullard singers are buried (dead or alive) and forgotten.

samples:

• Limburger Lover
• Rats In My Room
• Yo Ho the Crow

22 August 2010

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After the two most recent Jesu works had returned to the heavy guitar sound the project began with, Justin Broadrick saw fit to separate that project into two distinct entities: Jesu for heavy guitar music, and Pale Sketcher (named for the Pale Sketches compilation) for the more ambient and electronic pop sounds. Considering that the two most electronic Jesu releases are among my favorites from that band (the split with Envy and Why Are We Not Perfect), I had high hopes for this project. After hearing it, I think there's a lot of potential with Pale Sketcher, though I don't know if this album demonstrates that inherently.

Ghostly International

Being that it is essentially a Jesu compilation remixed, I think it's a hard release to try and gauge how this project will work out.Those aforementioned splits Broadrick did as Jesu were mostly electronic, but when the more traditional Jesu sound appeared, the juxtaposition is what I loved.On both songs from the Envy split, the heavy riffs came in at just the right time, mixing the guitar sound of Jesu with the electronic, almost pop structure that dominated the songs.I worry that this will end up stripping TOO much of the rock sound away from Broadrick's work.

Three of the songs were available last year in the Japanese 2CD reissue of the original Pale Sketches, "Don't Dream it (Mirage Mix)," "The Playgrounds are Empty (Slumber Mix)," and "Supple Hope (2009 Mix).""Don't Dream It" is improved, in my opinion, by the removal of the Rocky Horror samples and a greater emphasis on the grimy bass line and beats."The Playgrounds are Empty" strips most of the original track down, leaving only a rudimentary rhythm and hazy, sparse movements of synth, creating a warm, gauzy, drifting sound that is absolutely beautiful."Supple Hope" is also a more skeletal track, but leaves Broadrick's vocals in the open, rather than heavily processed in the original version.

"Can I Go Now (Gone Version)" follows a similar approach as "Playgrounds," stripping much of the track bare, including most of the vocals, to the point where it bears little resemblance to the original other than one melodic synth line.Considering this was one of my favorites on the original release, I feel a bit let down by this funereal take on what was more of an uptempo synth pop piece."Plans That Fade (Faded Dub)" goes the literal "dub" route, with a reggae inspired rhythm and vocals pushed into plate reverb hell, plus lots of effects and experimentations all around.

I think that, for the most part, the "vocal" tracks are the ones I gravitated towards on the original Pale Sketches album, and thus I've grown very familiar and fond of them in the three years since that album came out.Hearing them redone just doesn't feel quite right, since I just constantly compare them to what I'm used to.With the exception of "Can I Go Now," they're all strong on their own and will perhaps grow on me more over time, but at least at this stage feel like they lack the identity the original versions developed.

The instrumental tracks fare better in my opinion, mostly because I haven't spent as much time with the originals to be prejudiced against the remixes."Wash it All Away (Cleansed Dub)" keeps the soft synths from the original, but retains a rather mellow feeling throughout, dialing the beats back in intensity and turning the distortion down some as well, giving a much more chilled feel than the previous version.The emphasis on breakbeats that fill "Tiny Universes (Interstellar)," along with the reverb swells actually reminds me a lot of Re-Entry/Babylon Seeker-era Techno Animal, when the focus was on the beats and atmospheres rather than distortion and grime.

I do worry a bit that Broadrick will focus TOO much on the electronic elements of his previous works with Pale Sketcher, possibly leaving the vocals and guitar completely out of the mix. Most, if not all the guitar parts have been removed or processed far beyond identification, and most of the vocal appearances are soaked in effects.Guitar and vocals are what drew the line between Jesu and Godflesh for me, and many others as well, and I think most consider those defining marks of Broadrick’s sound.With the sole focus on synths and samples, Pale Sketcher might not develop the same iconic status that his other projects have.However, considering these are "demixes" of other tracks, perhaps it is the symbolic "tear it down to rebuild" gesture that Pale Sketcher is beginning with.I just hope any future releases lean more towards Why Are We Not Perfect or the two tracks from the Envy split, because if so, Pale Sketcher may end up rivaling Jesu in my opinion.

samples:

• Don't Dream It (Mirage Mix)
• The Playgrounds Are Empty (Slumber Mix)
• Tiny Universes (Interstellar)

 

22 August 2010

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With a few exceptions, most of Mehdi Ameziane's recording career can be broken down into two simple categories: "great albums" and "albums that would have been great if they had been pared down a bit." Then Fell the Ashes... happily falls quite squarely in the former category. There is definitely some evidence here that Mehdi is continuing to evolve and improve, but the more important thing is that this is one of the most perfect distillations of everything that makes TwinSisterMoon so unique and wonderful. This is one of my favorite albums of 2010.

Blackest Rainbow

I have always preferred the darkly psychedelic drone side of Ameziane's work to his folkier pieces, so I was quite pleased to discover that the bulk of Then Fell the Ashes... is devoted to his more quasi-ritualistic, otherworldly, and abstract leanings.In fact, the entire second side of the record is filled by one such work, the overwhelmingly beautiful 25-minute title piece.It is hard to make me rabidly enthusiastic about drone music, but "Then Fell the Ashes..." is just staggeringly perfect in so many ways: there is a head-spinning amount of textural activity occurring, it is hugely powerful, it's filled with great instrumental passages, and it all seamlessly flows from crushingly dense to ghostly to fragilely melancholy without any lapses in majesty or vitality.The sad, oddly-timed cascade of guitar and piano notes near the middle stood out as particularly sublime, but I was also very impressed with how it unexpectedly evolved into an actual song at the end, like the closing credit music of an especially hallucinatory nightmare. I'm a big fan of unconventional song structures that aren't clumsy or jarring.

While "Then Fell the Ashes..." is certainly pretty stunning from a compositional standpoint, I was equally struck by Mehdi's skill as a producer and arranger.He weaves together an absurd number of tracks and instruments here, all of which are shimmering, flanging, rattling, swelling, or fading in some way, yet it never sounds cluttered or muddy, just gritty, psychotropic, and enveloping.Making drone music sound visceral, organic, and detached from our time is an art form all its own—I can't fathom how long it must have have taken him to record and mix such a piece.

The six pieces on the first side maintain a similar level of excellence.My favorites are (predictably) the more drone-themed ones, particularly the massive "Black Nebulae," which almost seems to breathe in an ominously Lovecraftian way. "The Big Sand" is equally wonderful, though markedly less unsettling.In fact, the coda is almost pastoral, as the howling pagan pipes give way to quivering organs (or treated flutes), field recordings of water and birds, and an elegantly melodic acoustic guitar motif.

The four brief "songs" are pleasant enough in a "tape hiss-damaged recording of Vashti Bunyan" kind of way, but they don’t pack quite the wallop of their lengthier, more maximalist counterparts.I'm glad they are included though; as they're essential from a sequencing perspective: 18 solid minutes of heavy psychedelic drone would be exhausting.The occasional oases of space and intimacy go a long way towards heightening the impact of the album's denser pieces.Also, I am pleased that the neo-folk songs are less oppressively sad than usual ("Trailer" could actually be described unironically as catchy).I suspect Mehdi is making an effort to broaden to expand his mood palette a bit and it seems to be an experiment that is working very well so far.

I expect to like every TwinSisterMoon release at this point, but Then Fell the Ashes... exceeded my expectations in every way: it sounds awesome, it doesn’t resemble anyone else, the melodies are great, the heavy parts are elephantine, and it all flows beautifully.Also, it seems like Mehdi is becoming more skilled at finding the ideal lengths for his songs on a case-by-case basis.This is a near-flawless and remarkably listenable album. Anyone curious about checking out TwinSisterMoon or Natural Snow Buildings would be wise to start here.

samples:

• Then Fell the Ashes
• Black Nebulae
• Ghost That Was Your Life

22 August 2010

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Although Factory Records has certainly earned its iconic status, most of the label’s best work was released during its early years. While always adventurous and unpredictable, the label began to drift towards decadence, questionable whims, and trends doomed to rapid obsolescence as the '80s unfolded. To his credit, curator James Nice manages to unearth a couple of long-forgotten gems from this dicey period, but most of the songs collected here succeed only as curiosities or mere footnotes in the evolution of contemporary dance music.

 

 

LTM

James Nice begins his excellent liner notes with a very telling 1987 quote from Tony Wilson: "You see, I'm out of touch with the street, in that between '76 and '81 I knew everything that was being released and I saw a different band every night.But that part of your life passes, and now I rely on other people to tell me what's happening."Unfortunately, the people around Wilson were pretty sucked in by House music and DJ culture by this time, a scene that Tony (and myself) never cared for.That shaky state of affairs led to quite an eclectic and unfocused release schedule, as a trickle of albums from the label's more established names was bolstered by whatever 12" dance singles A&R chief Mike Pickering was able to sneak through the cracks.

The album starts off in fairly strong fashion with New Order ("True Faith"), A Certain Ratio ("Bootsie"), and Happy Mondays ("24 Hour Party People") in rapid succession.Unfortunately, anybody who would be interested in a Factory Records compilation is probably already quite (overly?) familiar with those songs—I know I am.Consequently, the success of the album is largely dependent on the more obscure pieces that make up its remainder.Also problematic is the near-deranged stylistic variety on display.It's certainly surprising and fascinating to hear a virtuousic Spanish guitar piece by Durutti Column on the same album as the unfortunate early hip hop of Meat Mouth, but it is impossible to imagine a single person liking both.Incidentally, the best thing about this release is probably the Vini Reilly quote in the liner notes about how he feels that no one cares about his albums because they simply aren't very good ("I deserve that disappointment.").

Of the lesser-known songs, the highlight is definitely The Wake's shimmering and shoegazey "Furious Sea."Notably, it was to be their last release for the label, as they had a falling-out over cover art (not "Factory" enough) and poor promotion, which motivated them to relocate to the much beloved/maligned Sarah Records.I was also quite fond of Fadela's funkily exotic "N'Sel Fik," which completely blind-sided me (I did not know that Factory delved into Algerian Raï).I'm still on the fence about Miaow's breezy and jangly C86 pop, but I'm certainly glad that I heard it, as I never saw that as a genre that could successful incorporate yodeling before.I stand corrected.Unfortunately, neither of those artists stuck around either.Neither did The Railway Children, whom Wilson was hoping would become the next Smiths.

Sadly, the rest of the album veers between forgettable, mediocre, and hopelessly dated.That said, James Nice is probably the ideal person to have compiled this album, as he is both the author of Shadowplayers: The Rise and Fall of Factory Records and the owner of LTM, who have reissued much of the Factory catalogue.He did an admirable job assembling entertaining quotes and contextual information for all of the bands here, but 1987 was simply not one of Factory's best years creatively (yet it was a huge year financially, thanks to New Order).Aside from a few songs, this compilation will probably only be of interest to Factory completists and dance music historians (due to the inclusion of Arthur Baker and Quando Quango).Still, I suspect this collection is dramatically better than a Factory Records 1988 or 1989 retrospective would be.I hope neither of those is in the works.

Samples:

• The Wake, "Furious Sea"
• Durutti Column, "Catos con Guantes"
• Fadela, "N'Sel Fik"

22 August 2010

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Apparently the penultimate installment in the long-running series of compilations from Sub Rosa, this volume continues the tradition of putting some of the bigger names (Z'ev, Stephen O’Malley) with some newer and up and coming artists (Torturing Nurse, Robert Piotrowicz), but this time with a seemingly stronger bent towards contemporary "noise," which is a good thing.

Sub Rosa

While the "bigger names" from the Japanese noise scene, such as Merzbow and Masonna have already been represented in these compilations, there sits nicely towards the end of the first disc a block of tracks that will make any fan of the genre giddy.The segment begins with an early track from Kohei Gomi, better known as Pain Jerk.Recorded in 1993, "Aufheben" demonstrates that even at this early stage he was defining his sound through jerky, quick cuts and edits, but the penchant for rhythmic loops he later refined isn't quite in place yet.The double dose of Hijokaidan and the Incapacitants back to back made me quite happy, and reminded me of that sequencing of the two bands on the classic Japanese/American Noise Treaty, which is what attracted me to the genre some 15 years ago.The Hijokaidan track "Untitled" is from 1994 and clocks in at nearly 12 minutes and captures the core trio in their prime:T. Mikawa's shrill, enveloping electronic noise, Jojo Hiroshige's abused guitar squall, and Junko’s intentionally abrasive screams.Unlike their traditional "harsh noise wall" approach, there’s some variation and almost rhythms to be found here.

Mikawa and co-conspirator Fumio Kosakai follow that up with the Incapacitants' "Shall We Die?" from 1990, a slightly more restrained sound from them of lost shortwave radio static and buzzing oscillator leads.While at first it sounds like a frozen wall of noise, a closer inspection reveals a microcosm of sound and activity at work.It sounds exactly like the Incapacitants, and any good fan would be annoyed if it didn't.Rounding out the dose of harshness is the newer Chinese band Torturing Nurse, who delivers a dynamic, violent collage of feedback and overdriven tones that definitely sounds influenced by the Japanese masters with "Yes or No", but with a feeling all their own.As if to reinforce the point that not all electronic music from Asia is raw noise, Sachiko M’s "2808200" ends the subset of tracks with a sterile, minimal study of test tones via sampler, resulting in a sparse, yet compelling piece that is the polar opposite of what preceded it.

A briefer study of the American noise artists opens the second disc, first with a 1980 performance by Z'ev, a battering sprawl of metal percussion and the decay of industrial civilization that sounds as fresh today as it did 30 years ago. The Daniel Menche piece "Fulmination" comes from unknown sources, but is a slow, dark trudging work of maxed out bass frequencies and a subtle, rhythmic thump that eventually transforms into what sounds like trains or mechanical crashes in a piece that takes its time in its slow development and structural variations.Contrasting Menche's 12 minute mediation, John Wiese contributes a 2 minute blast of punk noise in "New Wave Dust," full of abrasive laptop tones and jump edits that strongly display the more chaotic, unpredictable flavor of noise.

John Duncan's "The Nazca Transmissions #2" is a glassy, creepy pastiche of sound that, whether or not sourced from the actual Nazca lines in Peru and then summarily cursed in their production (according to the liner notes), has a disturbing otherwordly quality that speaks for itself.Stephen O'Malley’s "Dolmens & Lighthouses" unsurprisingly piles on the low frequencies, but is a tonal, minimalist digital composition of haunting sounds that feels connected conceptually to Sunn O))), but has an identity all its own.Polish artist Robert Piotrowicz's "Lincoln Sea Ice Walk" uses his love of modular analog synths to sculpt a layered, dense wall of sound that is slow, but glorious in its development.

While this edition does stay closer to the noisier end of the spectrum, it by no means fully defines the set.Speedcore, the spastic descendant of gabber is represented by "Virus" courtesy of The Pain Barrier/Rico Schwantes.Keeping the 909 thump and AK-47 tempos of the genre but removing the techno and house music clichés and replacing them with more dissonant, abrasive textures goes a long way, resulting in a more refined listening experience that still thrashes.

The earlier artists are not as represented here, arguably because their work has been covered rather well in previous installments of this series.Henry Cowell's "The Banshee" predates many other studies in the avant garde of the piano, here from a 1957 recorded performance.The traditional sound of hammered strings is present, but the roaring reverberations and scraped strings overshadow the notes and strongly represent the titular terrifying spirit.Dick Raaymaker's "Piano-forte" from 1960 feels like the natural follow-up, but is an even further abstraction of the sounds of the piano, here cut up and spliced into disorienting, chaotic bursts of sound.

While it might be somewhat less diverse than the prior volumes of this series, the strength of the mostly exclusive noise pieces caused me to instantly fall in love with it.Coupled then with the lesser-known artists representing the other genres of electronic music, the result is a brilliant blend of the familiar and the new that puts this as probably my favorite installment thus far.

samples:

• Henry Cowell - "The Banshee"
• Hijokaidan - "Untitled"
• Stephen O'Malley - "Dolmens & Lighthouses"

 

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The third in a series of three releases (completing the arc that began with Retreat and Return, both released simultaneously last year), this piece also formed the basis of Eleh’s one and only live performance earlier this year at Mutek. Diverting from the usual pursuit of pure tone, Repose sees Eleh adopting a grittier, grainier palette of sound in addition to those ethereal sound waves which dominate the rest of the releases. This is a bewitching but regrettably short experiment with positive results.

Important Records

The single piece on Repose, "Circle Two: Coastal Rotation for Dune Loop," opens with a most un-Eleh crackle. The rough noise sounds more like some of Eleh’s label mates on Touch; it would not be out of place on a BJ Nilsen or Philip Jeck recording. Within seconds an ominous deep bass tone slowly repeats, only to be later joined by an irregular higher pitched noise. Altogether, the music is a departure from the almost clinical drones of previous Eleh releases. The piece moves completely away from any recognizable sound waves into a low rumble rustling noise before returning to that repeating bass tone which seems to last an eternity with each repetition as the sound gradually transfers its vibrations to the matter in the room, including me.

It is easy to get lost in slow alterations in tone and attack. Even simple procedures like adjusting the volume brings about noticeably drastic changes in the character of the piece and while La Monte Young has always been an easy comparison to make with Eleh, the music has taken what Young had sowed with "Drift Study" and refined it while combining the concept with more modern ideas on sound construction. The careful attention to detail reveals itself with equally careful listening. As I play through this LP again, I wonder how "Circle Two" sounded that night at Mutek and what kind of acoustic effects were present considering the much larger amounts of amplification available in a live situation. As if there were not enough mysteries surrounding Eleh...

There is one thing that detracts from this release and that is its length: I would have preferred more music on the second side instead of an etching; Repose looks beautiful (as well as the etching, there is also a photograph in the sleeve in a sealed envelope. Mine appears to be some sort of frost-covered vegetation) but for the price, I would like to listen to Eleh for longer. Especially so considering how good this one side of music is.

 

22 August 2010

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The combination of Carsten Nicolai’s Alva Noto persona and Blixa Bargeld has been established as a live entity and the videos that have surfaced online have been tantalizing. This first official output by the duo has finally landed and this EP lives up to all my expectations. Across the two sides of this 12", Nicolai and Bargeld cover huge amounts of ground in a short space of time. From typical Raster-Noton electronics to songs about moles (the digging mammals rather than skin tags), this is as surprising as it is brilliant.

Raster-Noton

The title track sounds exactly as I anticipated this collaboration to sound: Nicolai’s shattered, asymmetrical beats forming a surreal stage for Bargeld to traverse. The title is interesting in itself: the author B. Traven was apparently a pseudonym for a German actor and fugitive named Ret Marut; both Bargeld and Nicolai hide behind pseudonyms and the idea of the two sides of such a personality shaking hands with itself is wonderful piece of surrealism. Bargeld’s vocals are presented in a number of ways from whispered confessions to what sounds like a loudspeaker before his trademark scream erupts. Nicolai assimilates the scream into the fabric of the music until it sounds as synthesized as the rest of its components. "Ret Marut Handshake" is immediately followed by an unlikely cover of Harry Nilsson’s "One." Here Bargeld is in full crooning mode, reminiscent of Einstürzende Neubauten songs like "Stella Maris" and "Sabrina" but even more tender. In an alternative universe, he could have made a good living from singing pop songs but Nicolai’s beautiful but non-commercial textures and beeps keep this from ever becoming a number one; this is understated and delicate which is about as far from modern pop music as you can get.

The second side of the EP sees the duo break with convention with an eclectic mix of compositions. The mutated dance floor rhythms of "Electricity is Fiction" whirl like particles in an agitated fluid, Bargeld’s lyrics bouncing off Nicolai’s beats like tiny nuclear interactions. The hyperactive piece feels like it should give way to an explosion at some point but instead it leads into "Bernsteinzimmer" which develops at a glacial pace. The sustained strings bring to mind the noir-inflected works of Manorexia or even Neubauten’s classic "The Garden." The final piece again has the duo twisting out of any convenient categorization by covering the traditional "I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground." This song about a (formerly/currently?) imprisoned drifter wishing to escape his life by becoming the aforementioned burrowing mammal is performed in an almost jaunty way before dissolving into a sinister locked groove.

A full album of new material is mooted for later this year and based on this prelude it should be astounding. It would be easy for two such prominent artists to walk on eggshells around each other but Nicolai and Bargeld seem to be able to retain both their distinctive musical personalities without sacrificing any of the music’s integrity.

samples:

• Ret Marut Handshake
• One
• Bernsteinzimmer

 

19 August 2010

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Available Oct 5, 2010

18 August 2010

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In 1991 three exceptionally creative and influential records were dropped on a mostly deaf audience. It took many years for people to catch up with Talk Talk's Laughing Stock and Slint's Spiderland, and by then numerous other bands had already borrowed their ideas and built new ones upon them. Unfortunately, Swans' White Light from the Mouth of Infinity is still waiting for people to catch up. It completes the trajectory that was begun with Children of God and it perfects the ideas that were only half-realized on The Burning World. More than an influential record, it is arguably Swans' finest and most concise accomplishment to date.

Young God

Swans changed dramatically in the time between Children of God and White Light. Drummer Ted Parsons and bassist Algis Kyzis, one of the best rhythm sections in rock music, were absent by 1989 and sorely missed. The Burning World had demonstrated that Michael Gira and Jarboe were interested in taking Swans somewhere else musically, but poor production choices and too few sympathetic musicians prevented them from realizing their vision fully. It must have been tempting then for Michael and Jarboe to call on old friends for their next album, but instead they moved forward and assembled a large cast of mostly new collaborators. Parsons and Kyzis were still gone, replaced by Jenny Wade on bass, Dots percussionist Vincent Signorelli, and drummer Anton Fier, who founded The Golden Palominos and had played with everyone from The Feelies to Pere Ubu. Norman Westberg was still on board, but two other guitarists had been added to the ensemble: Christoph Hahn and Clinton Steele. Much of what I've read about White Light suggests that they were the primary guitarists in the studio, and both are credited in the liner notes before Norman is. Nicky Skopelitis (also a member of The Golden Palominos) was the only musician other than Westberg to survive The Burning World sessions, but it's difficult to assess how large a role he played given the diverse number of instruments for which he is credited. This is the group that, along with a few others, went into the studio and turned out Swans' most cohesive and complete statement.

But White Light isn't the evolutionary step forward that Children of God or The Burning World was. Gira and Jarboe had already moved past the stentorian assault of earlier records, both as Swans and as World of Skin. They had also covered Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart" and Blind Faith's "Can't Find My Way Home," proving that they were as comfortable with popular song styles as they were with their post-punk and No Wave influences. As Creaig Dunton pointed out in his review of The Burning World, Swans had composed some fantastic songs since turning their sound down ("God Damn the Sun" and "Mona Lisa, Mother Earth" especially). The band had already begun a slow and clumsy metamorphosis, but they had yet to complete it. All they needed to do was find the right lens through which they could focus their energies and things were sure to take off. That's where White Light comes in: it marries the band's more spacious and subdued efforts with the intensity and drama for which they had become notorious. On White Light their quiet ballads swarm with inviting melodies and brooding, often sad atmospheres. The aggressive songs exhibit restraint and overwhelming power without taking recourse to overt brutality. Gira and company had integrated all the loose threads from past works and synthesized them into an epic, frequently orchestral aesthetic that could handle any material tossed at it.

Their transformation into such a flexible and dynamic unit is evidenced by how clearly past songs are reflected in White Light. Even if it isn't an evolutionary recording, it is a transformative one that bears all kinds of new fruit. I mean transformative literally, too. Many of the songs on White Light sound like twisted reflections of songs from The Burning World. For instance, the meek "I Remember Who You Are" sounds like it could have been the form from which the stunning "Songs for Dead Time" was sculpted. And the intriguing, but ultimately flat "(She's a) Universal Emptiness" might have been the soil from which the majestic "You Know Nothing" grew. That latter song is especially superb, replete as it is with Jarboe's spectral harmonies, Gira's paradoxically romantic and frightening condescension, and its superb chorus. But if calling the record transformative sounds exaggerative, consider the album's opening moments, where a small child is heard cooing and crying before "Better Than You" begins, perhaps suggesting birth and birthing pains. Or think on the many lyrics and images throughout the record that suggest failing, dying, and becoming something new. One of the most striking is "Song for the Sun," where Michael, in an almost elated tone (and in blinding contrast to "God Damn the Sun"), sings, "But I won't cry, no / I will survive the light of the sun as it enters me / Let it come right in, let the sun come in." Musically and lyrically, Swans are concerned with change and transformation throughout White Light. Deryk Thomas' artwork adds weight to that interpretation, too, suggesting rebirth by way of spring, love, and possibly Easter. And if that isn't convincing enough, then read over the lyrics to "The Most Unfortunate Lie," where Gira reflects, "The light shows my face in the mirror / and my hand as it reaches to touch / the evidence of pain and delusion / and a mind which was never clear enough." Things must have cleared up in the studio during the recording of this album and everyone present must have recognized it to some extent. At least a few of these songs had to be written or redrafted during the album's recording. Of course, it could be that White Light is where everything happily and haphazardly fell into place, the lyrics reflecting the band's regeneration only by chance.

All of this ignores how excellent White Light is on its own, though, without reference to anything from the past. Were it actually still in print, a newcomer could begin exploring Swans with this album and fall in love thanks to its many strong melodies, excellent arrangements, tremendous scope, and various moods. In fact, if Soundtracks for the Blind had never happened, White Light might have gone down as the band's most diverse and dynamic recording. Fans might argue it isn't as far-reaching and experimental as later Swans albums are, but it doesn't have as many loose ends either. White Light flows like a Bosch painting from start to finish, its unique instrumentation and surprising tangents forming a pleasing, if disturbing, whole. Songs like "Love Will Save You" and "Why Are We Alive?" show Gira's interest in American music growing and his ability as a songwriter developing, and "Failure" is nothing short of a classic. Michael frequently plays it at his solo shows and fans still whisper about it beforehand, wondering if they'll get the chance to hear it performed. Taken into consideration on their own, every song on White Light is an excellent example of Swans' several virtues.

And that is as good a reason as any to wonder why White Light ended up being butchered and spread across Various Failures and Forever Burned years later. While Swans would use White Light's various conventions as a starting point for exploring new territory on later albums, its songs do not sit comfortably next to the music from Love of Life, nor do they benefit from being interspersed among various B-sides and outtakes. Taking those songs out of their proper context and then splitting them up over three discs simply makes no sense. Gira hasn't reissued anything by Swans since 2003 and nothing he has reissued adequately represents this album's scope. That needs to change, if only to make White Light available again for listeners who would be all too happy to pay for it. As of right now, blogs and other illegal sites are the only places it is available. Rather than fund the next Swans album with a collection of acoustic demos, Young God could release a deluxe edition of White Light that contained all the demos, B-sides, and instrumental stuff on a second disc, where they belong.

Despite being out-of-print, White Light has become a massively influential record. Swans obviously left a mark on everyone from Low to Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Mogwai, and Explosions in the Sky. Arguments for their influence on many other bands could be made, too (Bark Psychosis and Sigur Rós among them). "Helpless Child" and "The Sound" might have solidified their contribution to post-rock more firmly, but the seeds for those experiments were planted on songs like "Why are We Alive?," "Will We Survive," and "Miracle of Love." For as long as I've been listening to Michael Gira's music and talking about it with others, Soundtracks for the Blind has been touted as their ultimate achievement and the place where all their experiments came to shine most brilliantly. But I think it's about time White Light from the Mouth of Infinity is recognized as their masterpiece. This is the album where Swans found new life and the mouth from which the rest of Gira's career flows, including Angels of Light.

samples:

• Better Than You
• Failure
• Song for the Sun

 

17 August 2010

Administrator

Albums and Singles

Close on the heels of last year's Caress, Redact, the latest work from Public Speaking’s Jason Anthony Harris (along with some friends) is an even further refinement of his deconstruction of soulful pop and R&B sounds. With equal measures vocals, piano, found sounds, and synth noises, he shapes these disparate elements into catchy songs, albeit within a depressing and bleak context.

Floordoor Records/Already Dead Tapes

The most striking development on Grace Upon Grace is the fact that each piece is, at its core, composed for just vocal and piano. Harris intentionally wrote the album this way, a method that is not necessarily associated with creating what can be rather challenging music at times.However, this really just serves to solidify Harris' continuing growth and evolution as not just a sound artist, but also as a songwriter.Running through the record is a thematic structure linking the five songs too, namely the intersection of politics and religion and the fanaticism associated with both (so, very timely).

The opener "Backbone" exemplifies this stripped down approach right from the opening of droning electronics, snappy beats, and bass guitar.Soon Harris' vocals and piano take the forefront, nicely accented by skittering electronics all about, later even featuring a bit of trumpet from Jon Mizrachi.For its unconventional structure, it is a rather simple arrangement, capturing the sadness of the current political climate perfectly."Trespass" is another of the more skeletal works, built around found sounds and strange noises layered together into effective rhythms.Here Harris' voice is accompanied by that of Sophie Chernin as well, creating a strong duality of tone that complements the jerky beats and found sound collages rather nicely.

For other songs, however, Harris’ arrangements are a bit more complex.The electronic rhythms, bass guitar, and vocals all appear again on "Music of the Victors" as well, but in a greater complexity and richer mix.There are more layers of instrumentation, even some erratic electric guitar (courtesy of Zach Ryalls) added that fleshes out the sound even more, building to an almost jazzy conclusion to the piece."The Most Dishonest People in the World" is more about up front, dramatic vocals and jerky piano at first, then blended heavily with skittering electronics to make for a more dissonant piece, but one that still feels loosely grounded in conventional songwriting and composition.

The album culminates with "Burnt Offerings", leading off with squalling noises segueing into subway field recordings before locking into erratic beats and piano.The arrangement is unconventional, mostly built upon piano, drum machine, and found sounds, but Harris makes it work cohesively, mixing together and delivering a strong, memorable chorus while ending the song on a random, erratic note.For those who are not necessarily fond of vocal heavy music, or who want to hear more of the eccentricities of the music, the second half is simply an instrumental mix of the five songs that, while interesting, are not as strong as the vocal versions.

As Public Speaking, Jason Anthony Harris is carving out a nice niche for himself, blending the worlds of more conventional R&B songwriting with abstract, very avant garde structures and instrumentation that seem at odds with each other, initially.It is a strange pairing to be sure, but it works brilliantly, no doubt because of Harris' skills in mixing and instrumentation, but also a strong voice.Conceptually I found the album to be a bit of a downer overall (not surprising given the context and its all too real appropriateness for 2017) but it is so adeptly executed that I could not help but enjoy Grace Upon Grace, even if it does little to lighten the mood.

samples:

• Backbone
• Trespass
• Burnt Offerings