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"Must they drag the sky away..."
Autumn is here: it's cold, it's raining, and I'm thinking of a rumanische
madchen with sad brown eyes.
"Empty the Bones of You" must be played at a high volume for maximum
sonic effect. The production complements perfectly the cartography of the sound
world depicted herein: scrunched-up beats meshed with a broken lyricism. Listen
to 'Farewell Track' - incidental music to a botched suicide - with its powerful
finale which (unfortunately) fades out. Fade-outs are unforgivable in the
twenty-first century, but rewind to around 1:11 and start again. In a strange
way it reminds me of PiL's 'Hymie's Him', harsh and beautiful at the same time.
Other tracks - 'Gavel (Obliteated)' for example - are redolent of early
Esplendor Geometrico and even Faust. It's a music of depth, thought and feeling
- real, not simulated (forget Baudrillard.) It's an adventure full of sudden
violence and fucked-up beauty, sustained by fragile (but real) hope. And it all
ends with the plaintive hurt-filled sound of 'Betty', the aural equivalent of a
poem by Ingeborg Bachmann.
It's raining, streetlamps shimmer over the wet roads. And you think: tonight
someone is crying, someone is dying, someone is falling in love, someone is
happy.
-Andrew Russell
/oct 1st 2003/