AGNES OBEL: PHILHARMONICS (2010)
1) Falling, Catching; 2)
Riverside; 3) Brother Sparrow; 4) Just So; 5) Beast; 6) Louretta; 7) Avenue; 8)
Philharmonics; 9) Close Watch; 10) Wallflower; 11) Over The Hill; 12) On
Powdered Ground.
Say what you will about the coming of the electronic
age, but still, no wonders of electronic programming can beat the
smooth-but-strong ripple of a real piano, particularly when the player shows
both heart and experience. The first track on this album is just a short and
humble instrumental, written (like much of the album) under the huge influence
of the old impressionists (particularly Satie), but there is something about
the tone, about the sharp staccato playing, about the composition — starting
somewhere in the middle of the keyboard and then gradually, gracefully sloping
away to the high-pitched right — that has a certain immediate appeal. Piano
introductions by themselves are not rare at all, but this is not the kind of
generic «ooh, I like piano! Elton's
my favorite!» introduction you'd hear on, say, an Alicia Keys record.
Agnes Obel is different — a quiet, enigmatic
performer from Denmark (with an excellent command of English, though) who
seems to know very well just how far you can push your enigma in order to
remain «artsy» without becoming irritatingly cheap. Of course, these days the
market is overstocked with Femme Fatales and Mystery Women of all varieties,
some of them with a very good idea of which particular brands of Mystery
Lipstick and Fatalistic Drapery are better converted into YouTube views and MTV
Awards (Lana Del Rey, here's looking at you). Agnes Obel is not entirely free
from the «sin» of calculating her own image, either — but her calculations,
based on a mix of minimalism, humility, aural and visual nostalgia, and exquisite
attention to minor subtle detail, are... well, simply put, these are my kinds of calculation.
She is quiet, moody, melancholic, somewhat (but
not painfully) monotonous, and does not awaken any hitherto unknown emotions —
from Joni Mitchell to Kate Bush to Sinead O'Connor to tons of other female
performers I could come up with, we've already felt these emotions. But she has
her own style of minimalistic chamber pop, more classically inspired than
anybody I know, and at the same time, a good ear for pop hooks: if, upon first
listen, none of these songs strike you as catchy, this will probably be due to
the barebones arrangements that do not vary too much from song to song. In
fact, many customer reviews I've seen for this one essentially treat Philharmonics as a pleasant
background-listening ambient album — but it's not; each of these songs is a
carefully crafted composition in its own right, you just have to warm up to
them a bit, like you might have to warm up to Debussy's preludes if your
previous ideal of classical solo piano was Chopin's mazurkas.
Perhaps the first single from the album,
ʽRiversideʼ, was not fully indicative of the album's charm. It is, after all, a
fairly simple folk-waltz, with nothing but a simple piano line and some
multi-tracked vocal harmonies to keep you occupied; even so, it still manages
to sound nothing like your average indie-folkie-singer-songwriter churning out
generic heartbreaker stuff (to be used in the soundtrack to your average
indie-director melodramas about uninteresting problems in the lives of everyday
boring people). There's melancholy here, but no moping or whining, no
self-aggrandizing and no artificial struggle to show you great, great depth —
it's very light, simple, tasteful, unassuming, and unavoidably endearing just
on the strength of what it is not,
rather than of what it is (okay, that probably sounds dumb, but not while the
actual song is playing).
But it actually gets better. On ʽBrother
Sparrowʼ, we have a piano/guitar duet, with the two instruments gracefully
completing each other, and Obel's vocals mimicking the piano line all the way
to a logical and satisfying melodic resolution — there's a sort of
frosty-friendly beauty here, as if she were writing the soundtrack to the
everyday life of a real flesh-and-blood Cinderella with free access to her late
mother's old collection of Satie records. On ʽJust Soʼ, which I can very well
imagine as a triumphant power pop anthem (here deconstructed right down to its
knickers), there's a piano-and-what-sounds-like-plucked-violin duet instead,
with the former gradually drowning out the latter.
On ʽBeastʼ, I don't even understand what the
instrumentation is — in concert, she performs it as a piano/cello duet, but
here the first instrument sounds more like a harp, so I guess it's more of a
piano/harp duet, with one instrument blending in with the other seamlessly,
until the cello comes midway through and cuts right between them; also, I'd
never have guessed that a refrain with lines like "let's go tonight, let
the beast run a mile" could sound haunting, but here it is delivered so
coldly and casually that it is
haunting. ʽAvenueʼ, another old-fashioned waltz, has a tinge of the musical box
to it, but only a faint one, to better attenuate the sad chord change on the
"nothing more you need to know, nothing more you need to show"
refrain; then the title track is another
waltz, but with an entirely different feel to it — a sad, but not
broken-hearted obituary to "the only God of mine" who "died last
night in grey stockings, in all might", whoever she is singing about (an
old lover or an unrealized ideal).
For an artist who composes most of the material
on her/his own, the choice of occasional covers can also be important — Obel
chooses ʽClose Watchʼ, a song from John Cale's Music For A New Society, which, amusingly, she actually makes a bit
more musically complex than it was in the original version, adding a tighter
rhythm, some percussion, vocal overdubs, and echo: the result is tightly
controlled chamber-pop perfection, compared to the looser, more rambling performance
from John — not sure if he'd like this or not, but, anyway, it's telling that
of all members of The Velvet Underground, she prefers Cale and not Lou Reed
(and not even Nico, despite being a bit of a frigid Scandinavian goddess
herself).
If the album has any sort of internal logic of
development, it is best seen on the final track: ʽOn Powdered Groundʼ is just a
touch grander and fuller than everything else, with a very distinctive,
pleading cello track and a final bequest to all of us — "don't break your
back on the track", she keeps repeating, as if she were some deeply caring
Mother-of-all wishing us a safe journey through life. Indeed, the whole album
gives a somewhat Taoist impression of a recluse in the middle of the forest, struggling
to live in peace with the universe despite the universe threatening to shatter
that peace if you ever let him. It's a perfect little album for all those who
just want to stop for a while, break the vicious circle of eternal karma, lose
themselves in an atmosphere of quietude and immanent beauty — okay, so a Brian
Eno ambient album may be the best solution here, but if you are really not the meditative type, Philharmonics might do a great job of
serving as the next best substitute. Oh, and she's got great taste in clothes,
too. Thumbs up.
Boy, are you in love with this.... woman?
ReplyDeleteI mean, whatever I gleaned from YouTube suggests that this is a computer generated, or, even better, AI muzak. Even the performer looks like a virtual character.
Time to revisit first three Kate Bush albums for a real female impressionistic music.
I don't know, why should musicians always be extroverted personalities that seem like they want to publicly express themselves? I spotted an interview where she says she likes childish melodies, that she prefers piano music over vocals, that she finds it difficult to write lyrics, and so on. I guess that is the enigma: she wrote private music for herself, but still did so as a public artist.
DeleteWhy would you stop at the third Kate Bush album anyhow?
To add: maybe this is interesting? Her "current favorite tracks", which she posted somewhere.
Deletehttp://www.deezer.com/playlist/1001574751
Björk, Portishead, Cocteau Twins, chamber music, ambient... some expected artists there.
Simplius also hates Björk (see his comments on this site), so this is quite a predictable reaction. He hates it when people transform themselves into trans-human characters. Me, I only hate it when people transform themselves into CHEAP trans-human characters.
DeleteC'mon man, admit it, you're in love in the effigy presented on the cover. No other explanation how to be passionate about this passionless music.
DeleteI wish it was an elaborate prank, but...
Now, the real Agnes Obel looks like more common female specimen, found anywhere between Iceland and Turkey. As evidenced on a live YouTube video, where in some Leonard Cohen homage, she performs the worst possible Hallelujah version, done by anyone.
As expected.
So sorry if the review misled anyone into expecting a Joan Jett - but yeah, I'll take the "passionlessness" of A. O. here over the "passion" of Joanna Newsom any time of day.
DeleteEw, yes George. Joan Jett, nice try. You can do better.
DeleteI am all about last years La Femme - Mystere album.
Very nice frenchy music, and a cute female image on its cover. I am really hooked up to recent French music in the last few months. Yup, the real cradle od impressionism.
To Ceres:
Bjork and Portishead? Oh, now I see why is this so awful. She better listened to Massive Attack and Broadcast.
Even then... how would I put it... Say, the kitsch painter that sells his paintings on the street says that he is influenced by Rembrandt or Van Gogh. Well, now that statement makes him an artist in the same league, right?
You just don't get the Scandinavian appeal, that's all. Let me guess: Brigitte Bardot or Greta Garbo?
DeleteAll hail to both ladies.
DeleteI tend to be often pissed by both of the cinematographies.
Back to the topic:
I see no appeal in Agnes Obel muzak. Because it is muzak. Don't care where it is from.
I also don't care how fluent is she in her English, and her choices what she wears.
You didn't expect here more than 0 comments, didn't you? ;-)
I love when George manages to pull a genuine and unexpected recommendation out of the sea of current music instead of lamenting its homogenized decline and heavily qualifying even his thumbs-up judgements.
ReplyDeleteOr is this some April Fool's ruse???
CHEAP trans-human characters are the best!
ReplyDelete"your average indie-folkie-singer-songwriter churning out generic heartbreaker stuff (to be used in the soundtrack to your average indie-director melodramas about uninteresting problems in the lives of everyday boring people)." Or worse, the soundtrack to any given MTV/CW/Teen angst TV tripe. But, At least they tell you where to download the shit at the end of the episode (or even better, in a pop up during) instead of making you sit through five minutes of credits...
ReplyDeleteSorry, I mean stream the shit. Downloading is so 2006...
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