Order / Disorder

Again such a behemoth So, again a two-hour epic, which is tantamount to the listener a physical challenge that tugs at the nerves and demands absolute devotion. Now Michael Gira, sixty years of charismatics and eternally head and voice of indie band Swans, by no means a giant Omane what drives him, is not the vile higher-faster-further, but an almost maniacal search of the physical perceptibility of music. Not for nothing he emphasizes desöfteren that he does not see the roots of the Swans at the usual punk and NoWave epigones, but for example in the Devil Blues of Howlin Wolf. What this did to organize with harmonica and acoustic guitar, is the ultimate essence and objective at the same time for Gira. Even at interviews to the last plate The Seer he said ahead: I picture the next album being more about the kind of long sonic passages than about songs per se (Network Awesome) he kept his promise.

Because if one wants to make a difference to its predecessor, then the fact that Gira has continued as far away with his fellow musicians from the song-like, structural and thus also a certain extent of what has distinguished the Swans of previous years. To Be Child has become even more original, organic, even wilder, the constant change between hypnotic incantation and furious, irrlichternden chaos, therefore Giras favorite subject is driven here to the extreme. Order and Disorder in constant succession, one has befriended times with a rhythm, you can be sure that this will be broken in the next moment, ruled an atonal mess, Gira a devilishly catchy melody, to engage peels it minutes later no large makes sense, because just demonstrated exemplarily in nearly fünfunddreißigminütigen Bring the Sun / Toussaint L'Ouverture.

The text is increasingly becoming the place of an instrument archaic mantras one reflected on their originality human existence, spit, herausgeschrien, whispered and squeezed out. The childishly defiant ego that fusses for Guitar excess im just a little boy I need love, in the background roar of mocking laughter, later a series disconcerting limitations in Some Things We Do, we love, we lie, we crawl, we fail, we waste, we f ***, more probably will not. Two strong pieces of equal succession Kirsten Supine with the clearest memories of the first pieces of tape together Giras Grabesgesang, after the nasty crackling Oxygen, a breathless bark, which ends in the Inferno.

Oriental flute, jitter even a few horses plus everything a hobby room so hergibt the undergrowth of noises, sounds and voices through which one has hindurchzukämpfen itself, is dense and thorny proven, abundant guest musicians will be joined the reformed starting line and all four pieces adorn themselves with guest vocals from St. Vincent (which, you can probably only find out booklet). About and in all Gira enthroned in the style of a preacher who has nothing and everything can, quite satisfied: And Now that Im in the midst of this whole ... like swirling maelstrom of sound again. Its really what I feel I was meant to do (Network Awesome). Where all this leads, where it comes to an end, probably he does not know to say, for he loves the immediacy, the force of the moment too much. mapambulo: blog