THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE: MUSIQUE DE FILM IMAGINE (2015)
1) Après Le Vin; 2)
Philadelphie Story; 3) La Dispute; 4) L'Enfer; 5) Elle S'Echappe; 6) Le Cadeau;
7) Le Sacré Du Printemps; 8) Le Souvenir; 9) Les Trois Cloches; 10) Bonbon; 11)
L'Ennui; 12) Bonbon Deux; 13) La Question; 14) Au Sommet.
One thing I have to say about Anton Newcombe:
for a guy who largely built his reputation on a series of mind-numbingly
repetitive psycho-drones, he sure comes up with the wildest of original ideas
every once in a while. Forever and ever, he continues to be inspired with the
Sixties — to him, probably representing the peak of the human spirit in the
20th century, or even beyond that (and he's not alone!) — yet he always manages
to insert a bit of the 21st century in every tribute to that decade, with a
maddening mix of slavish derivativeness and stunning originality.
This record, now, is also all about the Sixties
(and a little Fifties), but suddenly he turns his attention away from the
Beatles and the Stones and guides it over the English channel, to focus on
French filmmakers of the Nouvelle Vague, for a change: since, apparently, the
movies of Godard and Truffaut meant the same to film as the Beatles, Stones,
and Velvets meant to music, it was only a matter of time before mad man
Newcombe found a way to somehow incorporate that
in his creativity. The only thing he forgot to make was a movie — but he did
write the soundtrack to it, and he claims to have actually seen the movie in
his head, although I doubt that he'd ever be willing to commit it to camera,
even if Warner Bros. approaches him with a million dollar deal. (And, let's
face it, it would most likely be awful anyway).
Technically, much of the soundtrack sounds
fairly traditionally for BJM: slow or, at best, mid-tempo instrumental grooves
with lots of sustained notes formed into solemn guitar-based or brass-based
melodies. However, most of the important tracks, written in minor keys, wrapped
in serious echo, and often adorned by half-sung, quarter-spoken, and
quarter-whispered vocals, have a much more romantic and doom-laden feel than
Newcombe's previous work, bringing to mind both the recent French shoegazing
scene (like Alcest) and, for sure,
some of the sonic atmosphere of the old French New Wave — not so much Godard,
though, whose movies were much too bizarre and turbulent for this, as somebody
like Alain Resnais (Last Year At
Marienbad could sure profit from some of these sounds) or even, goodness
gracious, Claude Lelouche (some of the atmospheres are right up A Man And A Woman's alley).
To assist him in this uneasy, but intriguing
task is a small selection of some authentic French and Italian modern talent —
Stéphanie Sokolinski, better known as SoKo (since the combination of French and
Slavic elements in that name is much too much for the average person to bear),
musical performer and actress with pop-Goth overtones, takes the lead vocal on
ʽPhiladelphie Storyʼ (yes, that is
the messed-up title, even if the original title of Cukor's movie in the French
version was Indiscrétions); and Asia
Argento, who also stars in movies and sings on LPs, although I am not sure if I
have ever heard or seen anything from her (I know she's supposed to be in 1994's
La Reine Margot, but that one was so
terrible, I couldn't stand more than twenty minutes)... anyway, Asia Argento is
featured on ʽLe Sacre Du Printempsʼ, which, as you have probably already guessed,
has nothing whatsoever to do with Stravinsky. Is Stravinsky ever regarded as a
forefather of The French New Wave? Not sure, but it's not really up to me to
question Anton Newcombe's erudition — he obviously did some homework on this
issue and I did not.
In any case, the important thing is that Musique seems to work even outside of
all those connections — it is perfectly possible to enjoy it and even to be
stimulated by it if you do not know a single thing about old French movies.
Most of the grooves make sense. They can be quite minimalistic, almost ambient
(ʽBonbonʼ sounds like a digital projection of a meditative glass harmonica
solo; ʽL'Ennuiʼ opens and closes with a simple musical box melody, over which a
cello, a flute, and a Mellotron play a set of mournful chords), and they can be
quite loud and bombastic (ʽL'Enferʼ, presenting a stern, but melancholic rather
than terrifying picture of Hell — you know, the kind of Hell where demons keep
asking themselves «to be or not to be?» before pouring boiling oil over your
head), but they are all united by a sense of being stuck somewhere in limbo, as
the old world has already been lost and the new one has not yet been gained — a
sense that they do indeed share with some of those old movies.
The two sung tracks are no exception: «SoKo»
sings with passion and energy on ʽPhiladelphie Storyʼ, but, true to her
artistic persona, it is the passion and energy of a ghoul — "Hallelujah, chantez ma resurrection!"
is the epic climax to each verse, upon which you dutifully expect a bite to the
neck. And ʽLe Sacré Du Printempsʼ is kind of, like, you know, when they were
all gathered to perform The Rite of Spring, but the weather turned out twenty
degrees colder than expected, so they just all huddled up in their wintercoats
and stayed home instead, staring out the windows and thinking real cold
thoughts on the fate of the universe.
So, as you see, for me at least it does work,
atmosphere-wise. This is the stiffest, most minimalistic and frozen Brian
Jonestown Massacre release yet, more like a Dead Can Dance impersonating Brian
Jonestown Massacre impersonating Alain Resnais with a little Antonioni DNA
thrown in. It's not that good — the
market has been flooded with half-ambient, winterish soundscapes like these for
years anyway — but it feels solid and intriguing at least as yet another
chapter in the odd journey of Anton Newcombe, which, considering his passion
for chemical substances and his usual sloth-like approach to music, should have
ended or, at least, transformed into a predictable straight line a long time
ago. It does not, however, and for that reason alone I am happy to support the
record with a thumbs
up and say that in a perfect world, it should have sold more copies
than Adele's 25; but then again, in
a perfect world like that 80% of the people would rather go watch a re-run of Last Year At Marienbad than the latest
episode of Star Wars, and when you
think about this real hard, the consequences can be rather scary.
A bit of French nitpicking : it's "Le Sacre" and not "Le Sacré".
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