Michael Engelbrechts 25 Alben des Jahres 2025 (second version)

EINS Steve Tibbetts: Close  (Steve Tibbetts‘ new album is sailing stars. It is a kind of shadow play, too. The love of life, the losses. It is glowing from start to end, with two, three explosions along the way. Things can explode in quietude, too, on this haunting melange of electric and acoustic guitars with discreet and, sorry to repeat myself, „glowing“ percussion every once in a while. A thousand miles away from an old hippie‘s shangrila. Hotel California has shut its doors.

The playing of the Minneapolis-based musician is instantly recognizable: it circles around small rhythmic-harmonic sound cells with all kinds of drone sounds and finest beats— and, breathtaking, though never forgetting to breathe: the silences, the minimal zero points, the moments of nothing lasting fractions of a second or two.

„CLOSE“ is like a dark Rothko painting on fire, in purely metaphorical and sensual ways. The tracklist reads like a Samuel Beckett poem. And, in regards to these invocations, I ask myself: how can something „noir“ like this be so elevating, so heartwarming?!

And now, a mood line, and a timeline with a twist: Pharoah Sanders has made „TAUHID“, Jan Garbarek has made „DIS“, Van Morrison has made „VEEDON FLEECE“, Julian Priester has made „LOVE, LOVE“, Julie Tippetts has made „SUNSET GLOW“, David Darling has made „CELLO“, Laurie Spiegel has made „THE EXPANDING UNIVERSE“, Arve Henriksen has made „CHIAROSCURO“, Bill Callahan has made „APOCALYPSE“, Lambchop has made „SHOWTUNES“, and Steve Tibbetts has made „CLOSE“.

Glowing affairs all of them. Honestly, this album breaks my heart.

ZWEI Brian Eno & Beatie Wolfe: Liminal  (The voice, close-miked,  has an unexpected range of  intimacies to offer, but is not really reliable, coming along like an uncanny entity, ghost-like, a figure from a dream, a meditation on human fragility, a delicate splash of colour.  What a seamless balance between the moments on the brink, and the almost warm-hearted adventures with „oceanic“ vibes in between!  Exit strategies for sheer amazement are hard to find on this visionary, wild and strangely relaxed ride!)

DREI Anouar Brahem: After The Last Sky („The album’s title is drawn from a question the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish posed in one of his poems: ‘Where should we go after the last frontiers? Where should the birds fly after the last sky?’ This thought resonates deeply as I listen to this album’s often mournful soul-searching….“ (Michael Gates)) 

VIER  The Mountain Goats: Through This Fire Across From Peter Balkan (Vorsicht, Musical, Wenngleich ein dunkles! Wenn einer diesen Dreh hinkriegt zwischen Survival-Drama, Post-Existenzialismus und Broadway, dann der Herr der Bergziegen!)

FÜNF Brian Eno & Beatie Wolfe: Luminal (Das Gewicht der Welt, tief und schwebend, Lajla spielte es „on high rotation“ auf Gomerrha. Die Zugänglichkeit behindert die Tiefe nicht. Fantastische lyrics, perfekter Zyklus, seltsam betörend.)

SECHS Lucrecia Dalt: A Danger To Ourselves (Fear of music? Just asking. The „noir“ album of the year. A study of passion, desire, love, lust, deep as deep can go. Highly adventurous! David Sylvian on board, too. Sylvian‘s „ethereal vibes“ in strange union with Lucrecia’s knack for hard core horror movies.)

SIEBEN Nate Mercerau / Josh Johnson / Carlos Niño: Openness Trio (A fantastic mix of sound searching „Nordic“ spheres, Californian hinterland meditation – and melodic free jazz. And this is a damned innovative album, and a bit of a shame that it does appear on Blue Note, because, in essence, it is a archetypal INTERNATUONAL ANTHEM RECORDS album, drom the aesthetic point of view.)

ACHT Steve Gunn: Daylight Daylight (Song- und Soundgewebe der besonderen Art: in der Abmischung üben die Worte keinerlei Dominanz aus, zerfliessen im Raum. Aber hinhören darf man trotzdem:  „Bevor der Film dir erklärt, was er bedeutet, ist die Geschichte völlig falsch und wird es vielleicht auch immer bleiben“, singt Steve G. an einer Stelle und weist damit diskret auf die Sinnlosigkeit hin, nach Anzeichen für einen großen Plan zu suchen, wenn doch die unmittelbare Gegenwart alles ist, was wir haben.) 

NEUN SML: How You Been ( Wie man diese Musik in Worte fasst, wäre eine schöne Übung für einen „poetry workshop mit Martina Weber“. „Neo-maximalist-hypno-jazz“, for example. Seriously, it‘s a thriller for the ears, „where-am-i-music“, and the rare case where music that is not my cup of tea turns into exactly that – my cup of tea! – funny enough, in the JazzFacts Auslese 2025, SML was highly praised by Anja Bucnmann, Odilo Clausnitzer and Thomas Loewner (who call it a perfect headphone experience)

ZEHN Mulatu Astatke plays Mulatu Astatke (Wer irgendwann der Serie „Ethiopiques“ begegnet ist, findet hier alles andere als einen nostalgischen Abklatsch. Packt mich vom ersten bis zum letzten Ton. Richard Williams hatte das Glück, die Band live zu erleben und erzählt auf The Blue Moment davon.)

ELF Jon Balke: Skrifum (I missed Jon in Kristiansand. Let’s call this, like that underrated gem of Leonard Cohen, another „new skin for the old ceremony“. Jon Balke’s fourth solo piano album on ECM is a strangely organic affair, no matter how much science from the laboratory may be involved. Imagine a long afternoon while listening to Skrifum, Keith Jarrett‘s Vienna, and Amanda Claudine Myers‘ Solace Of The Mind, one after the other. You will have a story to tell.)

ZWÖLF Alabaster DePlume: A Blade Because A Blade Is Whole (Der intime, bekenntnishafte Gesang von DePlume – ein Hauch von Donovan – und das vibrierende Saxofonspiel vermitteln alles von niedergeschlagener Zerbrechlichkeit bis zu entschlossener Stärke. Das Politische und das Private sind eins.) 

DREIZEHN  Night Criû (Eimal taucht, aus dem Nichts, ein Kinderchor auf und singt zu einem schrägen, asynchronen Uhrwerk-Rhythmus. Es ist die Gegenüberstellung von Präzision und Zerfall, die dem Album seinen wahren Charme verleiht. Dream-Pop der besonderen Art. Thanks to Leah Kardos, and her brilliant portrait of Hilary in the January 2026 edition of „Wire“, I discovered this album five days ago.)

VIERZEHN Jan Bang & Arve Henriksen: After The Wildfire (Another fine album from Punkt Editions, a moving modern day lamentation with some ecstasy involved … listen to a piece from it with our usual Norwegian suspects, as part of my recent „Klanghorizonte“ radio hour HERE!!!)

FÜNFZEHN Jeff Tweedy: Twilight Override (Less is more – not in this case. I was in for the ride, again and again. Floating through the lyrics was my starting point, before listening – and then I did the gooseskin trip! By the way, „The Ghost Is Born“ re-appeared in all our beloved formats!)

SECHZEHN Rich Dawson: End Of The Middle (Auf Anhieb zugänglich ist dieses Album nicht. Unso erstaunlicher, dass es in so vielen Jahresrückblicken auftaucht, mit seinem spröden Charme, seinem britischen Neo-Realismus, der mich an Kurzgeschichten von Alan Silitoe denken liess, und in seiner Sparsamkeit ein wenig vom frühen Neil Young inspiriert ist. Die Stimme sowieso ein Unikum, ein ferner Verwandter von Robert Wyatt, nicht nur die vocals. Zudem beleuchten markante Free-Jazz-Holzbläser Dawsons Erzählungen – im Finale dann grosses Cinemascope!)

SIEBZEHN Roger Eno: Without Wind, Without Air (The „Elderly Brothers“ on a late career high. Beunruhigende Ruhe, immenser Reichtum, Erschütterungen im melodischem Terrain. Eines seiner schönsten Alben.) 

ACHTZEHN Jeremiah Chiu & Marta Sofia Honer: Different Rooms  (Blog diary: I sat down in my electric cave with a small pile of new experimental music, and that afternoon I fell in love with „Different Rooms“. At first I was sceptical about the spherical and synthetic (Klingklang is what I call sounds that just dance pretty on the surface), but it didn’t take long for one „wow!“ after the other. Wondrous music. Safe Journey. Henry, the radio man, left the party too early.)

NEUNZEHN The Necks: Disquiet (The trance work never stops. Ask Bernhard, the flowfloe rookie! Weeks and weeks ago, i listened to one of the four long tracks in Paris, on a warm sunny afternoon. I chose – what else? – WARM RUNNING SUNLIGHT knowing I would definitely be the first human to listen to it in my favourite Paris power spot, Le Jardin du Luxembourg. What a joyful experience lying on the green grass with closed eyes (mostly), with that warm running sunligh inside outside…)

ZWANZIG Cyrille – Frisell – Downes: Breaking The Shell (Red Hook Magic – ein eigenwilliger Produzent erkundet etliche Kirchenschiffe, bis er – endlich – den passenden Raumsound gefunden hat. Den Rest besorgen drei Magier. Ein Schelm, wer hier die Doors raushört! Ingo hat hier viel zu erzählen. Er war des öfteren vor Ort.) 

EINUNDZWANZIG Baxter Dury: Allbarone „To truly love a Baxter Dury record is to spend time with the words. On a Dury , meanings slowly reveal themselves like one of those magic eye pictures from the nineties. However, that is to mistakenly assume that there is just one meaning. Play the album to a room of 20 and you’d probably be met with at least a dozen interpretations. What all would agree is that he has a nuanced understanding of the human condition: the emotional ups, the let-downs, and the everyday exposure to total dickheads.“ (so a smart Allborone review starts on PopMatters)

ZWEIUNDZWANZIG   Natural Information Society: Perseverance Flow(siehe Coverabbildung in der Tradition von Moki Cherry) – (das drittbeste Album von Joshua Abrahms‘ NIS – hat mich gerade rechtzeitig vor Nikolaus erreicht, um noch auf meine Liste zu springen! (Pitchfork vergibt 8.0, ich 8.7) Und bevor jemand nachfragt: die beiden anderen Knaller Truppe sind zwei der drei Alben davor: „Since Time Is Gravity“, sowie, mit Evan Parker, live in London, „Descension – Out Of Out Constriction“)

DREIUNDZWANZIG  Jonathan Richman: Only Frozen Sky Anyway(Auszug aus dem Blog-Tagebuch, Spätsommer: „Manche halten ihn für einen Scharlatan, das ist auch schon Don Cherry passiert. Ich habe Jonathan Richman immer gemocht, aber seltsamerweise erst seit einigen Jahren intensiver gehört – sein neues Album spricht mir mit Liedern über den Tod, mit Witz und Wehmut, aus der Seele. Fehlt nur noch die Harfe von Harpo Marx. Ein Taking Head ist auch dabei.)

VIERUNDZWANZIG Benedicte Maurseth: Mirra ( „Fans of Robert Wyatt‘s Rock Bottom [one of the most heartbreakingly beautiful albums from the last 100 years; m.e.], mid-70s Bert Jansch [I saw Bert Bert Jansch solo in the summer of 1975 in the „Omnibus“, Würzburg; m.e.] and Popol Vuh‘s Aguirre soundtrack will get the idea. A thing of wild beauty.“ ((quote from a Mojo review that put a big smile on my face).

FÜNFUNDZWANZIG Emma Swift: The Resurrection Game („This is an album that exists, as Emma Swift puts it in the opening lines, between nothing and forever. Between the worst of times and the possibilities of everything else, between giving away the chance of recovery and trusting in the next step, between being alone when surrounded by others and being with others while just as happy alone. “Here comes the rain, there’s always the rain/Play the resurrection game,” she sings.“ This starts a fine review b bernhard Zuel.)