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Who’s prepared to take a journey into the warped recesses of Michael Gira’s mind? Be warned - this isn’t suitable for anyone who likes concepts such as melody, choruses and lyrics that include references to ice cream or girls.
This is the fifth, and probably the most accessible album Gira has made under the ‘Angels of Light’ moniker though don’t go thinking that this is a stroll down to the corner shop kind of experience. Anyone who’s heard Gira’s work in his previous incarnation as ‘Swans’ knows exactly what a harsh ride his music can be.
Tracks veer wildly between the primal, driving war dance of the opening “Black River Song” and the atonal guitar bleeding of “My Brother’s Man” where the instruments sound like they are being repeatedly stabbed with a blunt pair of kitchen scissors. The title track is an apocalyptic stomp that, with its use of repetition and street corner menace, could have come from the Velvet Underground’s first album.
Over the top of all this are the rasping, resonant visions of Gira, who comes across like a black-caped toll keeper who follows you around the room before disappearing into your other stereo speaker. Imagine a hybrid of Jim Morrison and Mark E. Smith with a New York sneer, casting spells on top of a freeway bridge near Brooklyn during a black storm and you’re some way towards getting an impression of how distorted, urgent and dark this music is.
-BBC Music
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