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  • Jo Gabriel: Fools and Orphans

    2008年 4月 29日, 9:05

    There are moments in Bulldozer, the opening song from jo gabriel’s new album, when Stephanie Rearick’s trumpet heralds the words ‘why should I love you’. These brief but beautiful events mark the most striking difference between this album and its more elaborate (if not immediate) predecessor Island. Fools and Orphans draws away from traditional arrangements to let the songs breathe, and in doing so allows Jo to continue distinguishing herself from the current ’..and piano’ crowd (I like Emm Gryner’s term ‘contemporary nonsensery.’) Few artists have the ability or opportunity to be this daring (mostly down to record label pressures, no doubt) and this successful. Fools and Orphans shines from its own darkness.

    Kristin Hersh’s The Grotto was an album born out of loss and the resulting reflection on life and relationships. Fools and Orphans is different – its main theme is also loss, but barely offers sanctuary. The Grotto tears me apart and then rebuilds me; Fools and Orphans does the former then leaves a lingering sadness, although it’s more compelling as a result. The open arrangements, often rhythmically fluid and spontaneous are charmingly beautiful and ideal for such stories. It’s up to us to fill in the blanks, to empathise and to draw comparisons with our own lives.

    Those who love Island might be surprised by the results – these songs make more sense if you were left breathless by The Amber Sessions. Jo is joined by a brilliant set of musicians who accompany her piano, synthesizer and concertina. There’s no major explosion of fireworks and no ego: Jo’s piano is here to set scenes, mark out rhythms and to dynamically sweep songs through their various emotional phases – you’ll probably end up loving every note she plays. Much of the greatness of the album is in Jo’s interplay with Matt Turner’s cello and Mark Urness’ upright bass, both of which better Andrew Bird’s string performances on The Grotto. Linda Mackley continues her percussion duties, but is barely noticeable such is the subtly of her performance – which is exactly what’s required – and Wendy Schneider occasionally adds guitar and something called ‘the little machine that could drone on.’

    Melodies and rhythms often appear where they are least expected, developing their own counterpoints and shifting tempos but the experience and process of knowing each song is reward in itself. A line from Of Love and Ether, “to touch between sensations” perfectly summarises how this works. It’s just as important to delve between and beneath each note. That’s why the live birdsong on that song, and the happenstance rebar chimes on God Grant She Lye Still work their way so coherently into the mix. But it’s no coincidence – by the time these songs begin to appear, halfway out, we’re already trained how to listen to this album. The more you listen, the more you’ll learn the flow of each track.

    Jo enthralls me with her unusual delivery of language, compressing or mutating phrases to track against the music, creating its own instrument: on The Habits of Shadows a moaning vocal interlude bridges the verses, later joined by Hannah Fury’s whispers for some shivery layering. Of Love and Ether, a song which epitomises the ephemeral themes of the album, echos this vocal styling. But it’s the climax of God Grant She Lye Still, when the title repeats and shatters, where the vocals have the most dramatic impact.

    As is the case with albums that are as intense as this one, it’s difficult to pick out individual tracks for particular noteworthy attention. I should mention that How the Devil Falls in Love brings to mind the loneliness of The Cardigan’s 03.45: No Sleep, but adds guilt and frustration, and the final song Poison in the Well is an understated anthem, using strong piano chords where you might expect an avalanche of strings.

    Fools and Orphans marks a new phase in Jo Gabriel’s musical career and although I’ve only discovered her music recently I feel privileged to witness her journey. For all its sorrow Fools and Orphans is a glorious creation.

    Fools and Orphans has an artist’s limited release from 7 May 2008 through Ephemera and will also be released in Winter 2008 through Kalinkaland.
  • Jo Gabriel: The Amber Sessions

    2008年 4月 7日, 9:41

    The Amber Sessions is magnificent. Here’s why:

    jo gabriel’s album lives alongside its darker sibling The Last Drive In. They’re both naked instrumental recordings borne out of musical passion – a boundless urge to create and to express emotion. The Amber Sessions is also a 4 track affair, but definitely not lo-fi (apart from occasional tape drop-out.) Indeed, the unexpected richness and depth of the recordings is to be admired, and yes, it’s stunning when played loud.

    Synthetic string pads and processed loops form the bedrock of much of the album. Jo’s piano accompanies their shifting sounds, diverging at will or brushing across them. Although centred around progressions, it darts off periodically to embrace song structure. Subtle dissonance emphasises the melodies and sometimes the piano falls away completely, to let the accompaniments peek through, unadorned. These tiny moments are breathtaking. This clash of the simulated with the real is critical to the mood and success of the album.

    Considerable attention has been given to the sequencing of the pieces, so whilst it’s possible to cherry pick individual tracks that work on their own, the album is probably intended to be heard as a complete work. It can be intensely consuming. Curiously, The Amber Sessions also excels as ambient music – the choice is yours.

    Introduction to this landscape comes in the form of the opening tracks Sway, Flicker and Crush. Sway immediately generates tension due to the slowish attack on the lower strings, which rub against the organ drones and chord-less piano lines. The melody changes subtly, incorporating additional pads to round off this slow starter. The shorter Flicker picks up the pace, but cuts back on the melody. Here, little sonic experiments begin to emerge – a trait which considerably enriches the second half of the album. Crush uses abrupt organ stabs and delayed piano to tease out variations in rhythm, relishing the space it has been given.

    Delightful though these are it’s only when Moments Like Drops arrives that the first fully realised tune unfolds. Here the piano deviates from its previous excursions through greater variation in tone and dynamics. Only a cycling plucked instrument keeps it company. Savage Bliss continues on this new course, re-introducing the organ and strings, then constructing recurring cascades of harmony and modulated tempos. By now the importance of those first three tracks becomes obvious.

    Passing / Arriving temporarily returns to that isolation with crumpled samples and screeches but chooses to re-invent itself twice, firstly as lounge music, which confines the piano to one side, then again by adding strings, becoming more elaborate and beautiful in the process. This stunning piece boasts the vital links between what has already been heard and what is to come.

    In the meantime, the strings and guitar that open The Sun King tempt three times before the long-awaited keyboard arrives. When it does, this stereo mix contrasts with its recent restriction. Summoning is all about percussive rhythm but it’s important not to ignore the counterpoint which at times becomes the dominant melody.

    Mistress of Time begins the four tracks which gradually build to complete the album. Here Jo plays busily alongside a dusty operatic loop. It’s initially unsettling, but through familiarity these two resolve their differences. What follows next is more remarkable: Juno blooms in the wake of Passing / Arriving but nuzzles up to a scratchy, detuned cello which is granted its own little solo for the coda.

    The final two pieces, Amber and Mothlight, unexpectedly replace the strings with snippets of renaissance music. Amber is the baby of the two – a sleepy diversion from Juno’s perkiness. Mothlight develops further: the ebb and flow of tension that threads carefully through the album is finally released, by using two or three individual piano tracks wrapped around Thomas Tallis’ acclaimed motet Spem in alium. This brings the album to a dazzling and deeply satisfying conclusion.

    Jo Gabriel’s most widely available album, Island, is set firmly in the mould of singer-songwriter. Only the brief instrumental 播放If Not hints towards The Amber Sessions and if you love Island I implore you to investigate this too. The Amber Sessions is a fascinating complex piece of work that becomes more impressive with each listen.

    The Amber Sessions is available from Jo Gabriel’s website which also has MP3 samples of all of the tracks.
  • Hannah Fury: Through The Gash

    2007年 8月 7日, 8:56

    Reprinted from my blog:

    I throw your head across the ice
    I throw my head through a window
    Crash
    Like poetry

    Throwing Muses, Delicate Cutters, 1986.


    The career of the solo singer / songwriter is fraught with difficulties: if you consider yourself lucky enough to be signed to a major label, it’s probable that if your first or second single isn’t a success, you’ll be dropped, possibly without ownership of the material you’ve written in the process. Some may be seduced into diluting their craft to satisfy their masters. Others will become disillusioned or attempt a career relaunch with another label. The smart ones don’t bother any of this: it’s no coincidence that the more interesting artists reach out to the internet for their audience, often setting up their own record company in the process. Hannah Fury has single-mindedly sought her own path straight from her 1998 debut EP, Soul Poison. Subsequent releases have proven the benefit of taking this approach. None more so than her second album, Through the Gash, an album that treats affairs of the heart with the same intensity that others might treat mania. To quote Throwing Muses again: shocking is therapy.

    Those listeners who ached for Through the Gash to be a continuation of her first album The Thing That Feels, may be disappointed. I was at first: it does seem to be quite a departure from the days of the Wicked inspired piano ballads and the arresting 播放The Vampire Waltz. Listen some more and the relationship proves more subtle: Through the Gash gets its strength and exposes Hannah’s increasing confidence through the more varied use of keyboards. So whilst piano lovers will have to dig deeper to find the percussive melodies that dazzled throughout The Thing That Feels – and they are present – the corresponding pay-off is that her vocals and lyrics have a greater opportunity to impress, especially during the slower songs.

    I am in no way trying to pimp Hannah Fury’s back catalogue, but to get the best out of this album, you have to listen to her entire body of work. Other artists, particularly Kristin Hersh, repeat words and imagery across their songs as coincidental reflections on their afflictions. With Hannah, the most obvious phrasing revolves around the album title (with its attendant interpretations), together with love, scars, sugar, hearts and, inevitably, Marie Antoinette. Through the Gash becomes unique on two counts: by making oblique references to previously released songs, and by being self-referential, lyrically and musically. One might consider this re-use to be lazy, but that would be wrong. The re-use is so meticulous that it has to be intentional. Such intricate songwriting and execution rewards attentive listening. But it’s not just the lyrics which work this way.

    One superficial review of this album has dismissed the songs as simple half-spoken vocals passed through various delays, underneath which some simple piano lines are played. None of this is correct: the album is bursting with individually processed multi-tracked vocals – whispered, sung, half-sung, spoken, gasped and screamed. Effects drop out mid-measure, each line a further opportunity for a different realisation. Hannah’s approach to the mixing and production of this album is closer to the way that techno artists tweak and cut notes, sounds and push the beats by single digit milliseconds to get the desired results. There are often multiple melodies within each song, either acting to support or break away from the vocals. The piano work an advance on that debut album. Vocal tracks coalesce and separate to build a dynamic that often destroys the distinctions between verse and chorus. The production is extraordinary.

    You’ll realise by now that I’ve not mentioned any individual song: it would be unfair to single out songs to identify one or more of the qualities I’ve explained above. (See my blog for earlier reviews of these songs: No Man Alive, Where the Wounds Are, Defenestration, You Don’t Leave A Trace, Girls That Glitter Love the Dark). The lyrics are too rich to reach any specific conclusion other that what I wrote in my opening paragraph. The fact is, these songs take time to digest. Listen and judge for yourself.

    I’ve listened to this album dozens of times. Provided you treat it with respect and don’t drown in it, you may find it to be the best solo release in recent years. Here’s a tip: play it loud. But, there is one more thing: it holds a remarkable secret which I’m only just uncovering. Not that it towers above its peers, that much is clear, but that it’s a better album than Hannah may think it to be.

    Through the Gash is available now, released on MellowTraumatic Recordings.