„Es lebe der Gong in alten Lichtspieltheatern!“ – Peter Bradshaw vs. Michael Engelbrecht
Im Guardian gibt es keine halben Sterne. Also machen wir bei diesem Duell zumeist 2024 erlebter Filme (meine Bewertung von Point Break aus dem Jahre 1991 habe ich aus der fernen, fernen Erinnerung geholt) auch keine halben Sachen. Kevin Costners Western-Epos „Horizon“ wird oft verrissen, aber ich stehe zu meinen vier Sternen, weil es dreieinhalb nicht gibt. Den Film „Blitz“ von Steve McQueen (wir kennen ihn u.a. von dem magischen Movie einer Londoner Reggae-Nacht), angesiedelt im „Blitzkrieg“ (wiederum ist London zentraler Schauplatz), hätte sich Peter bei allem Respekt für den Regisseur gerne radikaler gewünscht, aber ich schätze den „touch of Charles Dickens“ sehr (Netflix übrigens). Und einer meiner absoluten Lieblingsfilme, „The Duke Of Burgundy“ musste auch reinrutschen. Klicke auf das Wort „masterpiece“, und du siehst Peters Besprechung des beeindruckenden Films „Die Fotografin“! Okay, ein gewisser Pfiff fehlt diesem Duell, weil wir etwas zu selten weit auseinanderliegen (wir liegen sogar parallel bei „Roter Himmel“ und „Perfect Days“), aber der eine und andere Filmtipp mag dennoch rausspringen! Oder eine sich lohnende Wiederholung. Wie etwa der einst gern gesehene Surfer-Thriller „Perfekte Brandung“…. wusste gar nicht mehr, dass der Film von Kathryn Bigelow ist.
Beatles 64 PB ***** ME ****
Horizon ** ME ****
Blitz PB *** ME ****
Poor Things PB ***** ME **
The Zone of Interest PB **** ME *****
Point Break PB **** ME ****
Twisters PB *** ME ****
The Duke Of Burgundy PB **** ME *****
The Dead Don‘t Hurt PB **** ME ****
Lee / Die Fotografin PB „masterpiece“ ME ****„Spätvorstellung“:
„Lovers Rock“ – „Steve McQueen throws the best party ever. Filled with rows, romance and sexual adventure, this story of an uproarious celebration in 80s west London is an audacious, euphoric experience.“ Das schrieb Mr. Bradshaw vor über voer Jahren über „Lovers Rock“, meine Empfehlung für einen alternativen Weihnachtsfilm. Ich kenne keinen, der Reggae liebt und diesem „instant classic“ von diesem „anderen“ Steve McQueen keine fünf Sterne geben würde! Hinreissend!
What I make of nothing
By Mark Strand
Now in the middle of my life
all things are white.
I walk under the trees,
the frayed leaves,
the wide net of noon,
and the day is white.
And my breath is white,
drifting over the patches
of grass and fields of ice
into the high circles of light.
As I walk, the darkness of
my steps is also white,
and my shadow blazes
under me. In all seasons
the silence where I find myself
and what I make of nothing are white,
the white of sorrow,
the white of death.
Even the night that calls
like a dark wish is white;
and in my sleep as I turn
in the weather of dreams
it is the white shades of the moon
drawn over my floor
that save me for morning.
And out of my waking
the circle of light widens,
it fills with trees, houses,
stretches of ice.
It reaches out. It rings
the eye with white.
All things are one.
All things are joined
even beyond the edge of sight.Echo Dancing
My personal best of the year list is not yet fully fleshed out, so I am not ready to share one just yet. I don’t have a favourite album of the year yet … am oscillating between Cassandra Jenkins, Vera Sola, Nia Archives and a few others from day to day, but haven’t found „it“ yet. One thing seems quite sure: It’s not going to be one of the old guys. Unless I end up choosing Charles Lloyd or Bill Frisell or even Franck Vigroux, which might easily happen for very personal reasons. I just don’t know yet.
However, I would like to share my „(Re)Discovered“ section today. As I mentioned a while ago, I was quite intrigued by Alejandro Escovedo’s 2024 album, which is a collection of completely revised re-recordings of songs from across his extensive back-catalogue, going back as far as the distant 1980s. I am not familiar with his work as a member of various rock groups before he started making solo albums in 1992, so that will be one of my next undertakings. For now, I managed to get hold of copies of all his solo albums (a few special projects not included), from Gravity (1992) to The Crossing (2018). And I like all of them quite a lot. I noticed that the music reviews website Allmusic.com rated all those albums with at least 4 or 4.5 stars (and readers/listeners agree, as their ratings prove), so it’s difficult to choose where to start if you’re new to Alejandro Escovedo’s music. So arguably the best place to start might be Marc Maron’s knowledgeable and passionate hour-long podcast episode with Alejandro, traveling through the man’s life and work at some rousing speed.
Judging from a quick, superficial look at his albums, one might get the wrong impression that all of that was basically about just the same type of music, as it’s mainly some sort of Americana / roots rock with a few folksy or bluesy elements here and there, and even occasional Latin tinges. Nevertheless, his songs are always quite personal and are at times infused by his background as a native Texan with Mexican roots, as well as by his private experience as a single parent, when his first wife died early in the 1990s, not long after they had become parents. Ten years later he almost died from a serious illness, and with insufficient American healthcare he was not able to pay for the treatment, so friends and admirers of his work recorded a double album of their own Escovedo covers to raise money for him. Por Vida: A Tribute To The Songs Of Alejandro Escovedo was released in 2004, containing 32 songs performed by great musicians including Lucinda Williams, John Cale, Vic Chesnutt, Steve Earle, Calexico, Cowboy Junkies, Howe Gelb, Ian Hunter, Ian McLagan (of Small Faces and Faces), M. Ward and even a reunited Son Volt, among many others. So that might also be a nice place to start entering the Escovedo discography … though I guess the originals are always better.
The first two – and very personal – albums, Gravity (1992) and Thirteen Years (1994), were re-released, with a second disc of nice live recordings, when the original label went out of business; as was the third album, With These Hands (1996), which had been a step up to a more renowned record label, Rykodisc, though that work relationship didn’t end up being as financially successful as expected, leaving him without a label for a few years. While the first three are really intriguing, I guess it’s fair to say that A Man Under the Influence (2001), was another step up, as Mark Deming summarizes: „if love and loss still remain Escovedo’s favorite themes, like Hank Williams or Leonard Cohen he seems to have something new and telling to say about them each time out; each of this album’s 11 songs is worth hearing, and the cumulative effect is nothing less than stunning. No one who’s heard Escovedo’s work doubts his status as one of the finest singer/songwriters of his day, and he’s never been heard to better advantage on disc than on A Man Under the Influence.“
Continuing to maintain a high level of songwriting, the next album, his first after his near-death illness, was a truly great, versatile and complex collaboration with producer John Cale, The Boxing Mirror (2006), featuring some of Cale’s viola playing [I strongly recommend checking out Thom Yurek’s enthusiastic review („The Boxing Mirror reels and struts, waltzes, and falls down, but always gets back up again. Rock & roll music has been extended in the various articulations of these songs. In the 21st century, this is what singer/songwriter albums are supposed to sound like. The Boxing Mirror is brilliant, and it is his masterpiece.“)], followed by three albums with producer Tony Visconti, Real Animal, Street Songs of Love, and Big Station (2008-2012), all of which are somewhat more straightforward rock music, thought with a lot of diverse stylistic elements, considerate details and great guitar playing. Songs like Sally was a Cop, Too Many Tears, San Antonio Rain and Chelsea Hotel ’78 are even better live in concert and were among the many highlights of the concert I attended in a small bar in rural Texas, halfway between San Antonio and Austin, this past October.
In 2016 Escovedo released his first solo album on good old vinyl and several earlier albums were released on vinyl for the first time: Co-produced by former R.E.M. guitarist Peter Buck, Burn Something Beautiful gives more room for captivating guitar textures and sounds. Apparently the songs reflect on a number of personal and health issues and a move away from Austin to somewhere either around Houston or Dallas (depending on which information is correct here), together with his second wife, Nancy Rankin.
Born in San Antonio, Texas, to Mexican parents as one of 13 siblings, and having spent his teenage years in California, where, as he says, he experienced more racism than he had in Texas, before he left the sunny westcoast for a few years in New York City when he started out becoming a punk musician and then lived in Chelsea Hotel during the late seventies, when Sid and Nancy lived and died there, Escovedo has a lot to say about the United States. And he tells a lot of it in his 2018 album, The Crossing, a semi-autobiographical song cycle about two young immigrant boys, one Mexican, one Italian. The music on this album is again quite different from what Escovedo had done before, as it was developed and recorded in Italy in collaboration with Italian Antonio Gramentiere and his band Don Antonio. As often, interesting guests can be discovered on these 17 songs, such as Wayne Kramer(MC5), James Williamson (The Stooges) and Peter Perrett. Two or three years later, Escovedo and Don Antonio recorded a Spanish version of the whole album, La Cruzada.
For now, I am looking forward very much to the release of the live album Alejandro Escovedo recorded in Austin over three nights in October, with Charlie Sexton and Britt Daniel (singer of the Austin band Spoon) guesting during encores of covers of Neil Young, Velvet Underground, Mickey Newbury and Bowie songs, roughly two weeks after the concert I attended. The newly recorded 14 songs on Echo Dancing provide quite different takes on the originals from across Alejandro’s body of work, but most of the other songs that I heard live in concert also differed in interesting ways from the original studio versions. I remember Sally was a Cop and Dear Head on the Wall and a number of great guitar solos very vividly and have become quite a fan of this man’s work during my trip across the American Midwest this fall.
Albums 2024
It’s Nikolaus Day, which means: Same procedure as every year, time for my favorite 2024 albums.
This year (don’t take the order too serious):
- Laurie Anderson: Amelia
- Ryuichi Sakamoto: Opus (online version)
- Elephant9 & Terje Rypdal: Catching Fire
- Can: Live in Paris 1973
- Can: Live in Aston 1977
- Nick Cave & Bad Seeds: Wild God (Dolby Atmos)
- Einstürzende Neubauten: Rampen
- Peter Thomas: The Tape Masters, Vol. 1
- Hans Zimmer: Dune, Part 2
- Dubbelorganisterna: Volym 1
Furthermore:
- Hans-Joachim Roedelius: 90
- Pet Shop Boys: Nonetheless/Furthermore
- Hermanos Gutiérrez: Sonido Cósmico
Rediscovered:
- Cowboy Junkies: The Trinity Sessions (1988) (Dolby Atmos)
- Godley & Creme: The History Mix, Vol. 1 (1985)
- Grateful Dead: Europe ’72 (Dolby Atmos)
- Jan Hammer: Escape from Television (1987)
- David (Dave) Holland: Life Cycle (1983)
- Peter Thomas Sound Orchester: Filmmusik (the 2-CD version, 1992)
All in all not the strongest year ever, and as always I’m sure I forgot something. I have to admit I fell in love with Dolby Atmos, a great new headphone experience that gives new life even to a record like the Dead’s (although I’m not their biggest fan, but this record is essential anyways). Nice to hear from Terje Rypdal again, this is a melange somewhat between EL&P and King Crimson, hard work, but worth it. Dubbelorganisterna, in case you never heard that name, consists of leftovers from the drawers of late Bo Hansson & friends, recorded 2007 and 2014, limited to 600 copies. Film composer Peter Thomas would be 100 next year, there will be more about him then. Ryuichi Sakamoto needs no comment, this is the final goodbye. Dave Holland’s solo cello recording is the right music for large, bright, white-painted rooms with few furniture. I love it.
May the next year come (in peace, if possible).
Norbert Ennens 2024 – rewind
Albums 2024 (no particular order)
Adrianne Lenker – Bright Future
Beth Gibbons – Lives Outgrown
Cindy Lee – Diamond Jubilee
Laura Marling – Patterns In Repeat
Nala Sinephro – Endlessness
Charles Lloyd – The Sky Will Still Be There Tomorrow
Oren Ambarchi, Johann Berthling, Andreas Werliin – Ghosted II
Shabaka – Perceive Its Beauty Acknowledge Its Grace
Gillian Welsh & David Rowlands – Woodland
Jeff Parker ETA IVtet – The Easy Way Out
Moor Mother – The Great BailoutReissues & Archival Releases
Byard Lancaster – Palm Recordings
Broadcast – Spell Blanket Collected Demos 2000-2009
Broadcast – Distant Call Collected Demos 2000-2006
Mark Lanegan – Bubblegum
Joe Henderson – Power To the People
Aphex Twin – Selected Ambient Works Vol. 2
Alice Coltrane – The Carnegie Hall ConcertNikolauswünsche von Lajla:
01. Alles von Jackson Browne
02. Eva Klesse Quartett, Stimmen
03. Reba Mc Intyre, Consider me gone
04. Lainey Wilson, Country ist cool again
05. Carrie Underwood, Before the Cheats
06. Miranda Lambert, I ain’t in Kansas City anymore
07. Willie Nelson, Last leaf in the tree.
08. Einstuerzende Neubauten, Rampen
09. Jeff Parker, The way out of easy
10. Und immer Anton Bruckner, Te DeumNikolaus
Als Freund der Zahl 12 kommen meine Alben des Jahres im Dutzend; vielleicht kommen zwischen den Jahren noch Listen mit Reissues, Flohmarktfunde und Ähnlichem.
We‘ve had too much sorrow, now is the time for joy.
01. Beth Gibbons – Lives Outgrown
02. Jeff Parker ETA IVtet – The Way Out Of Easy
03. Shabaka – Perceive Its Beauty, Acknowledge Its Grace
04. Shane Parish – Repertoire
05. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Wild God
06. Kalma, Chiu, Honer – The Closest Thing To Silence
07. Rafael Toral – Spectral Evolution
08. The Necks – Bleed
09. Julia Holter – Something In The Room She Moves
10. Søren Skov Orbit – Adrift
11. Michael Kiwanuka – Small Changes
12. Father John Misty – MahashmashanaHorizons 2024
piece for late hours
there was a time we stretched the afternoon
til all those lights from windows, cars, first fireplaces
made us look for hints, traces of black skies
to finally open its gates for the rain
for songs about even harder rain hitting, bathing
us, invincible children with a mission.
Putting together
a year’s end list is like
playing solitaire by the window.
Any of the stuff not-ranked:
on a special evening
the gateway number one
(soul food horizon)(in anderen worten:
lass den samtvogel fliegen!)My 20 Albums of the Year
01. Beth Gibbons: Lives Outgrown ***
02. Shabaka: Perceive Its Beauty, Acknowlege Its Grace
03. Erik Honoré: Triage*
04. Fred Hersch: Silent. Listening
05. Jessica Pratt: Here In The Pitch
06. Anna Butterss: Mighty Vertebratae
07. Jeff Parker ETA IVtet: The Way Out Of Easy
08. Jakob Bro: Taking Turns (my radio review: HERE)
09. Ganavya: like the sky i‘ve been too quiet
10. Einstürzende Neubauten: Rampen
11. Nala Sinephro: Endlessness
12. Kalma / Chiu / Honer: The Closest Thing To Silence
13. Eric Chenaux: Delights Of My Life
14. Laurie Anderson: Amelia
15. Danish String Quartet: Keel Road**
17. Laurence Pike: The Undreamt-of Centre
18 Andrew Wasylyk & Tommy Perman: Ash Grey And The Gull Glides On
19. Pan American & Kramer: Reverberations of Non-Stop Traffic on Redding Road
20. Tindersticks: Soft Tissue* Erik Honoré’s ‘Triage’ can easily be categorised as abstract sound art, with itsdiscreet electronics, noisy passages, dark lyrics and the refusal of clear song structures. However, this shows the error of a reception that only skims the surface and subsumes everything under ‘avant-garde’ that doesn’t deliver a three-minute song and doesn’t immediately groove and thrill in mainstream‘s predictable ways. Just switch off the lights and give this album your undivided attention! Prepare yourself for music that will barely keep you in your seat, encouraging you to – often simultaneuosly – float, dance and sink into it. Erik Honoré’s ‘Triage’ is a journey in nine stages, grooving and swirling from power spot to power spot.
** a trip through the folk worlds of the Northern Sea.. a disc of quiet revelations and arrangements that are as exquisitely crafted as they are captivating, performed with abundant spirit and conviction, and captured in warm, close sound.
*** this cover lives up to the masterpiece of my album of the year. But, bet you this will be my last list til December 6 of 2025 (except radio playlists). So much memory work, listening back, and fidding in the details: even the line-up of these covers is sequenced:)
Favourite surround albums (quad / 5:1 / atmos)
- The Flaming Lips: Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots
- Joni Mitchell: Court and Spark & For The Roses
- King Crimson: Red (50th anniversary edition)
- Frank Zappa: Waka / Jawaka*
- Randy Newman: Good Old Boys
*often seen as a preparation for The Big Wazoo, I love this fusion album even more. I am a bit worried, that the older I get, the more i like to listen to Zappa. The family enterprise Zappa Records delivers first class vinyl, cd and surrounds from the archives – for the first time in my life I‘ve listened to „Roxy and Elsewhere“, and I love the live vibes in there, the overflowing energy of the band in full action (Ian Underwood, George Duke…), Zappa’s storytelling, and his electric guitar work😉
Favourite live albums
- Alice Coltrane: The Carnegie Hall Concert 1970
- Arild Andersen: Landloper (bass solo excellence)
- Sidsel Endresen: Punkt Live Remixes, Vol. 2
- Wayne Shorter: Celebration
- Keith Jarrett: The Old Country
- Bill Callahan: Resuscitate!
- King Crimson: Sheltering Skies – Live in Fréjus, August, 27, 1982
- Oregon: Ludwigsburg 1990
Deeply moving anglo-american song cycles dealing with failure, fools, decay, love, awareness and all
- Julia Holter: Something In The Room She Moves
- Father John Misty: Mahashmashana
- Kim Deal: Nobody Loves You More (späte Entdeckung)
- Hayden Thorpe: Ness (a fantastic melange of song & spoken word)
- Gillian Welch & David Rawlings: Woodland
- Iron and Wine: Light Verse
Albums I wish to materialize in 2025
Brian Eno: An album of songs following the magic „All I Remember“ from the doc „Eno“ / Scritti Politti: a man who only made fantastic cover versions of two Anne Briggs songs from her classic album in years and years should finally finish new songs to remember / Steve Tibbetts: a new (wild?) album by the guitarrero from Minneapolis (after the quiet brilliance of „Life Of“ on ECM)
Albums I wish to reappear remastered on vinyl after a very long time
- Mal Waldron, Eberhard Weber et al.: The Call *
- The Human Arts Ensemble: Under The Tree
- Anthony Braxton Quartet: New York, Fall 1974**
- Jan Garbarek: Sart
*one of the most underrated european fusion masterpieces of the 70‘s
**Braxton‘s albums on Arista Records between 74 and 76 were all brilliant. A shame they missed the 50th anniversary of one of his crownung achievements, that quartet with Kenny Wheeler, Dave Holland, and Barry Altshul.
My fave albums for deep dancing with or without moving
- Nik Bärtsch‘s Ronin: Spin
- Underworld: Strawberry Hotel
Ancient song cycles, missed in their wild days, finally found
- Paul McCartney & Wings: Band On The Run
- Joni Mitchell: For The Roses
Easily trance inducing, „far out“-albums from the department of „Where am i-Music“ (a question you can ask yourself even while strolling through Clevelode‘s Epping Forest) – every album a grower, some „easy on the ear“, some challenging.
- The Necks: Bleed
- Rafael Toral: Spectral Evolution
- Arushi Jain: Delight
- Sören Skov Orbit: Adrift
- Feliciá Atkinson: Space As An Instrument (spoken word thrills)*
- Rachel Musson: Ashes and Dust, Earth and Sky
- Alva Noto: HYBR:ID III
- Kit Downes, Bill Frisell, Andrew Cyrille: Breaking The Shell
- Clevelode: Muntjac (HERE, my conversation with Paul Newland)
- Fennesz: Mosaic
* „Since the late 2000s, this French musician and visual artist has been releasing collages of field recordings, midi instrumentation and her own hushed vocals, performing abstract poems and stories – in her native French and in English – over ambient clouds of sound. Her most recent album Space As An Instrument comes equipped with everything a great Félicia Atkinson record needs, while not deviating wildly from her proven recipe. This was my comforting go-to headphone soundtrack during fall and early winter.“ (Stephan Kuntze)
Finally, my eighteen favourite reissues & archival discoveries
01. Ank Anum: Song Of The Motherland
02.The American Analog Set: New Drifters
03. Taylor / Winstone / Wheeler: Azimuth
04. Jan Garbarek: Afric Pepperbird
05. Can: Live in Paris 1973
06. Günter Schickert: Samtvogel (späte Entdeckung)
07. Annette Peacock: An Acrobat‘s Heart**
08. Julie Tippetts: Shadow Puppeteer
09. Byard Lancaster: The Complete Palm Recordings 1973-74
10. Anne Briggs: Anne Briggs *
11. Sussan Deyhim & Richard Horowitz: The Invisible Road
12. Linval Thompson: Ride On Dreadlocks 1975-77
13. Emahoy Tsege Mariam Gebru: Souvenirs
14. Steve Beresford & Anne Marie Beretta: Dancing The Line
15. Peter Thomas: The Master Tapes, Vol. 1)
17. Dennis Bovell: Sufferer Sounds
18. Toumani Diabate & Ballake Sissoko: New Ancient Strings*(„A stone-cold British folk classic, rendered all the more precious by Briggs’ reluctance to add to her slender catalogue down the years. As a result, the four unreleased recordings included as a bonus 7” with this remastered vinyl reissue – including typically spare, devastating takes on “The Cruel Mother” and “Bruton Town” – were something of a holy grail.“)
** I met Amnette back then in Munich (in the summer of 2000), and she told me, at one point, about sensitive moments in the production. Once, in the morning, she felt her energy waning, couldn’t make the appointment, everything was up in the air. Manfred Eicher carefully knocked at her door. Helpful words, encouragement. It ended well. Fortunately. By the way, she never got together with Brian Eno (they would have made an interesting pair in the studio), but once, early in the seventies, he lent her a wonderful pair of old horn loudspeakers, she fell in love with their sound and never gave them back.
Five smart and deeply touching music documentaries from the last two years
- „Beatles 64“ (Disney plus)
- „Eno“ (by Gary Hustvit)
- „Music for Black Pigeons“ (on Jakob Bro and friends)
- „Zutaten für ein Desaster“ (on Nik Bärtschs, Prime, Apple+)
- „Zero Gravity“ (about the life and times of Wayne Shorter)
- “In The Court of the Crimson King“ (By Toby Amies)*
* I remember that Bill Bruford moment: „Change is part of what King Crimson is about. Change is essential. Otherwise you turn into the Moody Blues, for heaven’s sake.“ Change – and discipline, I should add, with all its good and not so good implications. Humour is an antidot of the doc that has its clear amount of bitter an bitter sad moments. Thinking back, my memory loves to return to a scene that seems like a moment of letting go: people in a park, it‘s raining, they are dancing, floating, kind of. Not easy to link that one with the film‘s dynamic structure, but Toby Amies has been looking, in between, for places of tranquility and surrender, a counterpoint to tough thinking and a means to overrule the intellect. Well done.
Postscriptum 1: Your first song from a great 2025 album, dear reader, comes from „Cold Blows The Rain“, the forthcoming album by Taylor Hayden and The Apparitions: „Lovely On The Water”, listen to it HERE, and immerse yourself into the moving pictures from an old time. In the words of Rob Young, „it’s a song originally collected by composer Ralph Vaughan Williams in 1908, and it sets the tone for the rest of the album. It’s a lament for a pair of young lovers ripped apart. A last, tearful embrace before he must set sail for a distant war. The incomplete song’s last lines describe the collective mourning on Tower Hill of bereaved mothers, wives and lovers. The Apparitions take the song at a steady, funereal pace, adding dignity to devastation.“
Postscriptum 2: I want this „list“ to be a field to stroll around. Making discoveries, and meeting the thin line between memories and imagination, something that so often happens when listening to music you love. It is only a few days ago I heard from the death of my best childhood friend Matthias. We lost one another when being around 12 years young, there never was a wrong note between us. I was looking for him over the last months, and I had nearly found him. A few minutes, a few houses away. But, bad detective work. If I would be a singer, I would write a folk song about our adventures in Dortmund-Hombruch. In fact, my search for him began in springtime, and found its way into the poem „piece for late hours“ that was written while losing myself into the latest album of Pan American and Kramer, my ambient album of the year, and my number 16 in this field to stroll around – making discoveries, and meeting the thin line between memory and imagination that so often happens while living our life.
33 1/3: Hounds of Love
(English version see HERE)
Hätte mich bis jetzt jemand gefragt, welches ich für das beste Album von Kate Bush halte, ich hätte immer Hounds of Love genannt, das ich allerdings seit Jahren nicht mehr gehört habe. Nach der Lektüre von Leah Kardos‘ Buch bin ich mir nicht mehr sicher, ob es nicht doch eher The Dreaming ist. Nach ihren ersten beiden Platten hatte sich Kate gerade vom bestimmenden Einfluss der EMI befreit, hatte noch keinen eigenen Fairlight und kein eigenes Studio. Den Sampler hatte sie in der Arbeit an Never For Ever kennengelernt und setzte ihn auf The Dreaming mit viel mehr Neugierde ein. Sie lebte ansonsten von Dope, Schokolade, Kartoffelchips und Rotwein und erforschte, was man mit einem Studio so alles anstellen kann, wenn man sein eigener Produzent ist. Deswegen hat sie dann auf dem Grundstück ihrer Eltern ein eigenes gebaut. Auf The Dreaming, so denke ich, fand sie ihre wirkliche Stimme.
Wobei, damit es kein Missverständnis gibt, klar gesagt sein soll, dass Hounds of Love noch immer ein herausragendes Album ist, das ziemlich konkurrenzlos in der Poplandschaft steht.
Leah Kardos ist Lecturer in Music an der Kingston University in London. Sie kennt sich also aus und kann sachlich korrekt einordnen, worüber sie schreibt (das ist in der Reihe 33 1/3 leider nicht mehr selbstverständlich). Das Buch ist sehr logisch aufgebaut; nach einigen Worten über das Phänomen Kate Bush und ihre Ausnahmeposition im Musikbusiness und die Vorgänger dieses Albums bespricht Kardos die Platte Track für Track. Dabei geht sie auf die textlichen Inhalte ebenso ein wie auf die eingesetzten Instrumente, die Herkunft einiger Samples (etwa das berühmte „It’s in the trees — it’s coming!“ am Beginn von Track 2), die Musiker und die Produktion im Studio.
Das Hauptinstrument ist natürlich der Fairlight. Der, und mit ihm die Sampling-Technik, war damals, als das Album produziert wurde, das Neueste vom Neuen, und Kate war eine der ersten überhaupt, die das Ding konsequent einsetzten. Genau das löst heute meine obengenannten Zweifel aus, denn dieser typische, etwas „hauchige“ Fairlight-Sound, der durch die noch recht niedrige Samplingrate zustandekommt und die ganze erste Seite des Albums dominiert, wirkt heute schlicht etwas angestaubt. Interessant ist aber wiederum, welche Sounds eben nicht aus dem Fairlight stammen, sondern von Musikern gespielt werden — und die sind wieder mal handverlesen. Dabei stößt man auf einige Aha-Effekte, die mir bis dato nie bewusst aufgefallen waren, etwa die Tatsache, dass das Schlagzeug (bzw. die Drummachine) vollständig auf Metall (also Becken und Hi-Hat) verzichtet. Zudem gibt es Infos über den inhaltlichen, stellenweise sehr esoterischen, Hintergrund einiger Tracks, etwa „Cloudbusting“. Aber bei Kate wundert einen das dann wieder nicht, ihre Texte hatten schon immer einen Spin in diese Richtung. Und dafür mag man sie ja schließlich.
Das Album Hounds of Love zerfällt in zwei Teile, die nichts miteinander zu tun haben. Die gesamte Seite 2 wird von dem Songzyklus The Ninth Wave bestimmt, der sowohl instrumental transparenter als auch inhaltlich kohärenter ist als die Seite 1. Auch hier gibt es wieder detaillierte Info sowohl über den Inhalt der einzelnen Songs als auch über die verwendeten Bestandteile. Wo etwa der rettende Hubschrauber herkommt (vom Pink-Floyd-Album The Wall nämlich) hatte ich schon selbst herausgehört, was es aber mit dem unheimlichen Männerchor auf sich hat und was er da eigentlich singt, das war mir neu — ich dachte immer, es sei ein Traditional, aber es ist keines. Dass der Zyklus gelegentlich ein wenig mit Effekten überladen und überproduziert ist, das wird ebenso erwähnt.
Kardos‘ Blick auf das Album ist von großer Sympathie sowohl für das Werk selbst sowie für Kate Bush gekennzeichnet, ihr hoher Kenntnisstand macht die Lektüre aber nicht unbedingt immer einfach. Liest man etwa über „Mother Stands for Comfort“ einen Satz wie
„The verse decends from Am7 to Fmaj9, the temporarily pauses on a hamstrung resolution of Am7 over an E bass. In the reciprocal phrase, it makes a hopeful more to D9 (suggesting dorian mode), then a melancholy pivot to b♭aug4/D, affecting a twisted phrygian modal cadence back to the tonic (Am7) to go around again“,
dann bin ich mir nicht sicher, ob das für die Mehrheit der Leser noch nachvollziehbar ist. Aber man kann nicht alles haben — will man es gründlich, dann geht es nur so; will man es einfacher, wird es oberflächlicher bleiben.
Kardos geht im Anschluss noch ebenso gründlich auf die Live-Version der Ninth Wave ein, die Kate 2014 im Londoner Eventim Apollo (= das frühere Hammersmith Odeon, in dem Kate ihre erste und bislang einzige Tournee 1979 beendete) auf die Bühne stellte. Zunächst sollte das Ganze ein Film werden, doch daraus wurde nichts. Und es mussten alle Konzerte in derselben Arena stattfinden, weil eine sehr aufwendige Tontechnik installiert werden sollte. Als dann die 14 Konzerte angekündigt und aufgrund der Reaktionen sofort auf 22 erweitert wurden, waren die Tickets für alle Abende innerhalb einer halben Stunde weg. Einer der Auftritte wurde gefilmt, aber erschienen ist er bislang nicht, weder im Kino noch auf DVD. Dokumentiert ist das Event nur auf dem 3-CD-Album Before the Dawn. Überhaupt ist Kate Bush ja ein Familienunternehmen. Die Familie war irgendwie mit David Gilmour befreundet, der sie dann seinem Hauslabel EMI empfohlen hat. Und wenn Mr. Pink Floyd jemanden empfiehlt, dann widerspricht man nicht. Und ohne Kates Sohn (Bertie) hätte Before the Dawn nicht stattgefunden — wieder die Familie.
Es folgen am Ende einige Zeilen über die Reaktionen und Meinungen anderer Künstlerinnen (von Tori Amos über Björk bis zu Cat Power) über den Impact von Kate Bush. Dieses himmelhochlobende Kapitel haut mir schlicht zu sehr auf den frauenbewegten Punkt (und das soll Kate Bushs pionierhaftes Wirken nicht schmälern). Dabei geht es mir nicht mal speziell um dieses Buch; ich habe es nie für besonders interessant gehalten, was Künstler A über Künstler B meint. Andy Warhol war gut, weil Andy Warhol gut war, nicht weil er Schulze oder Lehmann beeinflusst hat. Jedes Kunstwerk muss für sich bestehen. Die Werke von Kate Bush können das. Wenn Tori Amos sagt, „the Ninth Wave turned me inside out … It changed my life. I left the man I was living with because of this record“ — dann scheint mir die Beziehung wohl auch schon vorher nicht allzu stabil gewesen zu sein …
Aber der Rest des Buches ist lesenswert.
Leah Kardos:
Hounds of Love
Bloomsbury, 33 1/3, New York, London, Dublin 2024
ISBN 979-8-7651-0699-0„The deep, moving, and thrilling kind“ – Meine 8 Fernsehserienhighlights 2024
- John Sugar (one season only)
- Shogun (one season only)
- The Newsreader, season 1 (mit Anna Torv)
- Criminal Record (one season only)*
- Blue Lights (season 1&2)
- Die Toten von Marnow (2) (German Noir)
- “Women In Blue“ (season 1)
- Peaky Blinders (the whole journey, six seasons)**
*Criminal Record is unnerving television. A modern-day hard-boiled detective story with intricate plots, the morally ambiguous, and plenty of suspense and intrigue. There’s everything you’d want from a contemporary London-set thriller here…
**We‘re happy to report that we fell hard for Peaky Blinders. However familiar its building blocks, the U.K. gangster drama is positively bursting with irrepressible energy, and it’s proof that, whatever a show’s premise, capable execution is everything. A dance from abyss to abyss. Noir and deep. There is probabyly no lover of Nick Cave‘s musical worlds who doesn‘t fall for this epic journey. P.J. Harvey, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, all these usual suspects, are joining the festival of noir. On the last two seasons Anna Calvi delivers. Sometimes haunting and overwhelming, always powerful and affecting, Calvi brings Shelby’s life before our eyes purely with her sound. Impressively, she plays all of the instruments – including ones she was less comfortable with, namely violin, piano and percussion – the results are unforgettable and the rawness is completely intended.