Consolation for the recovery phase

It is amazing with what security is able to operate Beck Year after year two very different styles. In good memory is his latest album Modern Guilt, electrified Schrammelpop with an abundance of remarkable ideas, as can still hear the wonderful cooperation with IRM actress Charlotte Gainsbourg, these lined with all kinds of clever, often synthetic sonic experiments. No mystery there is, however, that with the current work more of a continuation of the magnificent Sea Change from 2002 is to be heard, classic, mostly acoustic arrangements, songwriting without much embellishment, so, if you like: Songwriter Art.

Those who wish may interpret the eleven songs on the album as an extended recovery period, a time to indulge the thought, an intermediate field of verblassendem dream weave and heraufdämmernder everyday reality: When the memory leaves you, somewhere you can not make it home, When The Morning Comes to meet you, open your eyes with waking light. Morning Light and Waking close gently braked to a mix of country rock, folk ballads and one or another sluggish Blue chord loud or boisterous it is not here. The delicate knitted Heart Is A Drum of the cycle is gaining momentum, the mournful Bluemoon is already dense and urgent and epic Unforgiven leads to beguiling climax: Wave captures the dark gloss and also by the vocal coloring curiously at some late pieces of Dead Can Dance.

But this kind of almost religious appearance remains the exception, the majority of the pieces of unpretentious simplicity. Despite the consistently melancholy contemplation one has not the impression Beck hang on unhealthy ways self-tormenting thoughts. Disillusioned, perhaps sad sound like his reflections on loneliness, injuries and disappointments, but they are not desperate. Where the man his soul gives compensation, the listener can only guess by its somewhat contradictory Vita, at least be a couple of new songs rich consolation: These are some faults we found, hollowed out from the years, do not let them wear you out, do not let them turn your mind inside out. Do not let it go, do not let it go away we will try mapambulo: blog