As I was lucky enough to be a member of the road crew on the final Swans tour in 1997, I can vouch for the accuracy of Michael Gira’s description of the “stinky old Heavy Metal tour bus” that carted us around Europe (Invisible Jukebox, The Wire 286). Gira is also spot on regarding the lugubrious humour of Pan Sonic (or Panasonic, as they were then known). During a lengthy debate on the merits of ten-pin bowling, Mika Vainio responded to a criticism that the scoring system was unnecessarily complex with the doleful comment “It does not matter what is the score”.
Ether column, December 2007
I’ve never recommended a concert at B72 before in this column, so let’s rectify that oversight now. This place is one of my favourite spots on the Gürtel, with a friendly vibe, a cool spinning wheel of spirit bottles behind the bar and a split-level interior that affords a fine view of the stage from upstairs. This month it plays host to Caribou, alias Canadian electronic musician Dan Snaith. Active since 2000, Snaith released two albums as Manitoba until a lawsuit from American proto-punk singer Richard Manitoba forced a change of name. His work is notable for infusing the often dry and cerebral genre of electronica with a lush, dreamy warmth. On his most recent record, Andorra, Snaith effortlessly evokes that brief period in the mid-60s when pop was frying at the edges and transforming into psychedelia.
There is no great tradition of guitar-based alternative rock in Austria, although fans of the genre in Vienna have always been well served by the many British and American bands who include the city in their touring schedules. And the regularity with which these artists pack out venues like the Szene and the Flex is testament to the popularity of guitar rock here. The few established Austrian names in the field, such as Naked Lunch and Garish, have recently been joined by the excellent A Life, A Song, A Cigarette, who drop in at the Szene this month as part of an extensive Austrian and German tour. ALASAC’s début album, Fresh Kills Landfill, is one of those rare first records that announces its creators as not merely promising, but in possession of an already fully formed talent. It’s a beautifully autumnal folk-rock record, with the lyrical vocals of singer Stephen Stanzel (who also plays guitar and mandolin) curling around the chiming instrumentation of the other five band members, which includes cello and accordion. By turns sober and exuberant, ALASAC are clearly influenced by alt-rock bands such as Wilco, but have their own distinctive and lovely sound. And they sing in English, too.
And finally, a necessary antidote to all this upbeat songcraft. Jesu are a British band fronted by Justin Broadrick, best known as the leader of the now defunct, groundbreaking Industrial outfit Godflesh. Between 1988 and 2002, Godflesh carved out a niche for themselves as pioneers of slow, grinding music, building on the innovations of Swans and adding slowed down Metal textures. After disbanding Godflesh Broadrick launched Jesu, supposedly as a vehicle for lighter, more melodic impulses – although Jesu share much of Godflesh’s approach, including their monolithic sound structures and general air of lowering doom. And if that doesn’t bring home the fact that winter is here, nothing will.
Ether column, November 2007
Fans of American alt-rock are faced with a difficult choice this month, as two of the more literate exponents of the genre play in Vienna on the same evening – a scheduling anomaly likely to halve the audience for both concerts. First up, Texas’ Okkervil River, who hit the Szene as part of an extensive European tour. Named after a river in St. Petersburg, Okkervil River have since forming in 1998 racked up four increasingly confident and powerful albums. Their current release, The Stage Names, is an exhilarating train ride of emotions hinging on the words and vocals of singer and lyricist Will Sheff. Sheff delivers his texts in a passionate, utterly persuasive style, switching from an outraged howl to a desolate and unearthly croon. Musically, Okkervil River present a feast of lush instrumentation, with cornet and lap steel guitar augmenting the band’s standard rock line-up and bringing Sheff’s precise and evocative lyrics sparklingly to life.
Across town at the Flex, New York’s Fiery Furnaces have their own album, Widow City, to promote. The brother and sister duo of guitarist Matthew and singer Eleanor Friedberger are a more challenging proposition than Okkervil River, with jarring changes of pace and blasts of concrète noise among the treats on offer. The Furnaces are songwriters at heart, however, and it’s never too long before their music returns to solid ground. With the core duo joined for live work by other musicians, the band specialise in lengthy medleys incorporating elements from a number of their songs.
Meanwhile, Porgy & Bess continues its ongoing mission to bring the finest free jazz musicians in the world to Vienna with a concert by the tenor saxophonist David S. Ware and his Quartet. Ware has an impeccable pedigree; he was taught circular breathing by the veteran saxman Sonny Rollins, and in the 70s played in pianist Cecil Taylor’s band. He didn’t set out with his own group until the late 80s, but he has more than made up for lost time with a relentless schedule of gigging and recording. With his febrile, provocative style, Ware is arguably the foremost living exponent of the Fire Music espoused by 60s greats like Ayler and Coltrane.
Finally, a quick mention of an appearance by someone even more out there than Ware: the German saxophonist Peter Brötzmann. I raved at length about Brötzmann in my June column, so this time I’ll simply note that he’s playing a special concert, starting at midnight, with the Japanese guitarist Keiji Haino. I can think of no better pair of musicians to keep the audience from falling into a small-hours slumber.
Okkervil River, Vienna Szene Wien, 19 November 2007
Took the S-Bahn over to the Szene last night for a concert by Okkervil River. This group were a new name to me, I only looked them up when doing research for the column and immediately liked what I heard. Live, they didn’t disappoint. A six-man line-up (I’m a sucker for big bands; I love the hugeness of the sound they produce – cf. Jaga Jazzist, what happened to them?), with cornet, lap steel and accordion filling out the orchestration. Will Sheff was an arresting and formidable frontman, passionate and aggressive but with a strong undercurrent of melancholy which came well to the fore in the acoustic songs. I hate lazy comparisons but there were echoes of Tindersticks in the stylishness of the instrumentation, and of the Bad Seeds in the energy and conviction with which the songs were delivered.
All in all, a sparkling show, received rapturously by the usual attentive and appreciative Szene audience. Except, that is, for the two girls close to me who talked to each other throughout the entire concert. I’m still wondering what they could find to talk about at such length, and why they thought the middle of a concert hall was an appropriate place to do it.
Porcupine Tree, Vienna Arena, 15 November 2007
Trudged through the first snow of winter to the Arena last night for a concert by the British group Porcupine Tree. Their fusion of progressive and hard rock didn’t really grab me throughout, but there were many fine moments. Principally I was struck by the honesty and openness of frontman Steven Wilson. He came across as a humble but dedicated man, focusing wholeheartedly on his performance but with a complete lack of histrionic gestures. He’s no slouch on the guitar either.
The visuals screened behind the band were, for once, a useful accompaniment. There’s something rather intractable about Porcupine Tree, I think. They’re a complex, focused, almost futuristic proposition.
Ether column, October 2007
Having played host to some fine shows at the Donaufestival in April, the Minoritenkirche in Krems returns to active service this month with a series of concerts under the banner Kontraste. The highlight of these is the visit of American singer Diamanda Galas, performing Guilty Guilty Guilty, a suite of tragic and homicidal songs about love and death. If that doesn’t sound like a barrel of laughs to you, well, you’re right. Galas’ dramatic style, dark subject matter and astonishing vocal range mark her out as a truly unique and mesmerising performer. Born in California, and raised in the Greek Orthodox church, Galas has tackled weighty subjects such as the AIDS epidemic (Plague Mass) and the victims of Turkish genocide (Defixiones: Will & Testament) in her work. Showing a lighter side, she collaborated with Led Zeppelin’s John Paul Jones on an album of rock songs, The Sporting Life. Whether performing her own songs or those of others, Galas’ work reaches deep into the realms of the mythical and psychological, evoking Old Testament notions of wrath and revenge. Her great gift is to wrench these shades from the past and to reimagine them, through her remarkable voice and spectral presence, as symptoms of a wholly contemporary sickness.
Back in Vienna, Klangforum Wien mark the opening of the 2007 Wien Modern festival with a special concert at the Konzerthaus. Wien Modern is one of those events that Vienna does so well, radically undermining the city’s cosy Mozart-and-Strauss image with a programme of challenging modern classical music. Running since 1988, the annual festival acts as a showcase for innovation where the major works of the Second Viennese School and beyond rub shoulders with ear-splitting experimental electronic composition. A 24-member ensemble of soloists for contemporary music, Klangforum have an international reputation and are regulars at the festival. Since their formation in 1985 they have been performing in Vienna and around the world, their repertoire ranging from key works of the 20th century to young present-day composers, free jazz and improvisation. Their show at the Konzerthaus promises a mouth-watering selection of pieces by legendary figures of the classical avant-garde such as Schönberg, Cage, Xenakis and Stockhausen. The music will be accompanied by screenings of short films by experimental film-makers such as Stan Brakhage and Man Ray.
Philip Glass: Book of Longing, Music in Twelve Parts, London Barbican Centre, 20-21 October 2007
Back from a short trip to London, the main reason for which was to attend two concerts at the Barbican in honour of the 70th birthday of Philip Glass. The first was Book of Longing, a collaboration with another of my musical heroes, Leonard Cohen. The pre-concert talk was remarkable in the fact that it was the first time I had seen Cohen in person for 14 years, since his last London concert at the Royal Albert Hall. It was interesting, but I don’t think Leonard came out of it particularly well, his responses (to some predictably batty questions) being somewhat gnomic and underwhelming. Glass dominated the conversation (before the Q&A, that is), and acquitted himself much better.
The Book of Longing concert itself was excellent. Again, it was Glass who came out with his credibility intact rather than Cohen. With one or two exceptions, these late poems are bitty and inconsequential. Glass’s music, however, gave them a stature I’m not sure they really deserved.
The main event was on Sunday afternoon – a rare performance of Glass’s superb Music in Twelve Parts in all its sumptuous entirety. This piece is a towering achievement in 20th century music. Endlessly vital and kaleidoscopic, it was performed magnificently by Glass and his ensemble.
Letter to The Wire, September 2007
Many thanks for David Keenan’s commendably demystifying article on Whitehouse (The Wire 282). Keenan correctly identifies the two main developments in Whitehouse’s work since Cruise: a new focus on the lyrics, and an attention to African culture and society. More could have been said, however, on both these threads. The lyrical focus arises from William Bennett’s interest in neuro-linguistic programming, a set of techniques that seek to influence behaviour through patterns of language. The synthesis of everyday conversational tics and unsettling philosophical inquiry in Bennett’s recent lyrics is a clear outgrowth of this interest.
References to Africa include the 2003 song “Cut Hands Has The Solution”, which alludes to a deranged Sierra Leone commando squad; 2006’s “Nzambi Ia Lufua” (“god of death” in the Kikongo language); and the pan-African coloured lettering on the cover of 2006’s Asceticists. With these glancing allusions, Whitehouse summon up a world of unimaginable cruelty; and with their skilful manipulation and interrogation of language, they refract it onto ourselves.
Alva Noto & Ryuichi Sakamoto: Insen, London Barbican Hall
This heavyweight collaboration between German sound artist Carsten Nicolai (a.k.a. Alva Noto) and Japanese pianist and composer Sakamoto was the live realisation of their second album as a duo, Insen. In previous collaborations with the likes of Ryoji Ikeda and Pan Sonic’s Mika Vainio, and in his work as co-founder of the Raster-Noton label, Nicolai has built a formidable reputation for a rigorously formal aesthetic in both the musical and visual realms. Sakamoto, meanwhile, has essayed a number of compositional methods from widescreen soundtrack work to glowing minimalism. It was the latter of these approaches that was foregrounded at the Barbican Centre in London, with Sakamoto’s twinkling note clusters surrounded by Nicolai’s reverberant interventions.
Sakamoto sat at the grand piano, engrossed in the instrument, occasionally reaching into its innards to pluck at the strings. Nicolai stood to the right, the seriousness of his endeavour gauged by the presence on his table of not one but two Powerbooks. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Nicolai bathed Sakamoto’s radiant tonalities in a shimmer of electronic haze. At the same time, a screen behind the performers displayed Nicolai’s video installation, its kinetic patterns matching the undulant shifts of the music.
Despite the nature of the collaboration, with the forbiddingly traditional grand piano lined up against the equally forbidding modernity of the Powerbook, the evening never took on the quality of a soundclash. Rather, the timbre of Nicolai’s interventions was coolly cerebral and reflexive. Wreathed in echo and delay, the raw material of Sakamoto’s liquid notes was bolstered by glitches, cuts and skeletal rhythms. All the while, the backdrop displayed ineffable visualisations of Nicolai and Sakamoto’s co-operative strategy. Circles, lines, bars and rectangles faded in and out, their lifespan determined by the attack and decay of the notes that had generated them.Initially etched in high contrast black and white, the installation later took on deep, saturated reds and blues.
The music’s predominant mode of gentle chromaticism gave way, in the final piece, to a thrilling ten-minute outburst of sustained aggression, with Sakamoto hammering away at the low end of the keyboard while Nicolai issued dense sub-bass rumbles and needling rhythmic stabs. The large and enthusiastic audience demanded, and got, two encores. For the second, Sakamoto played his famous theme to Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence, its exquisite melody emerging with sublime rightness from the glistening network of digital manipulations.
Organum & Z’ev: Tocsin -6 Thru +2
This disc finds sound artist David Jackman (aka Organum) collaborating with percussionist Z’ev on a collection of nine instrumental pieces. The sound sources are a grand piano and a steel instrument built by Z’ev out of materials found in a London scrapyard. Jackman and Z’ev recorded the tracks together, then mixed them separately to come up with two distinct pieces of work.
Occupying the first seven tracks of the album, Z’ev coaxes a range of scouring metallic textures from his custom-made instrument. These acoustic sounds are then subjected to sensitive electronic processing. The results are queasy and disturbing, as Z’ev sculpts and layers the generated sounds into a mire of industrial klang. There’s little variation over the course of the seven shortish tracks, save for a more energised percussive attack on “Tocsin -2.” Otherwise the combination of silvery shimmer, static interference and low end drones keeps the listener balanced perfectly between unease and restfulness.
David Jackman weighs in with two lengthier piano-based pieces, whose effect is sharper and just as disquieting as that of Z’ev’s tracks. Jackman issues gleaming, opalescent clusters of notes that disperse into needling, aggressive stabs. Z’ev’s steel instrument hovers ominously here and there, adding to the sense of foreboding that pervades this accomplished release.