The Healing Game
When you've put out 27 studio albums, as Belfast's finest has, your audience checks out every new release to gauge the subtle differences with past work. Here's how The Healing Game stacks up to Morrison's past triumphs:
1. Anyone who counted how many times Morrison sang "you breathe in, you breathe out" on Astral Weeks' "Beside You" will note that not only is Morrison repeating himself less and less in his old age, but now he only does it in the company of others. On "The Burning Ground," he and his background vocalists sing "dump the Jew" a mere six times.
2. Morrison once gave the boys "Cleaning Windows" something to sing about. On "The Burning Ground," crematorium workers finally get their day in song. Flame on!
3. When Morrison sang "I used to be disgusted" on "Domino," he invented Elvis Costello. On "Rough God Goes Riding," he brings flabbergasted into the pop vernacular. ("I was flabbergasted by the headlines.") Expect Counting Crows to be flabbergasted any minute now.
4. Never vain, Morrison is the only singer who allowed himself to look piss-awful on album covers: Remember his sweaty old geezer look on Poetic Champions Compose? His suave new look is somewhere between the Penguin and Secret Squirrel, but only Morrison can sing "I can't lose this weight" and be unconcerned if his audience takes it metaphorically or not. That takes balls. Old, fat balls!
5. Like most of Morrison's high-caliber output, this album ain't Astral Weeks, but it ain't that crummy double-live Night in San Francisco, either.
Symphony No. 5/Postludium
You're a classical-music fan. You've got a CD of Henryk Gorecki's Symphony No. 3, the 1992 version by Dawn Upshaw and the London Sinfonietta. You helped turn that particular take on Gorecki's "Symphony of Sorrowful Songs" into one of the best-selling CDs ever to wow the classical kingdom. You bought it because of the way the piece flowed, its near-constant movement of rising and falling notes, at once mournful and soothing. Or perhaps it was the way Upshaw, then a relatively unknown soprano, put emotion to Gorecki's images of the hell his native Poland suffered during World War II.
Or maybe you bought the CD because everyone else did.
In any event, you should know of a recent release just waiting to become the next Gorecki. It's Valentin Silvestrov's Symphony No. 5, performed by the Deutsches Symphonie-Orchester Berlin. This disc is every bit as arousing as Gorecki's Third, and equally rewarding. It just doesn't have the same buzz. Yet.
The two composers have similarities. The Ukraine-born Silvestrov, like Gorecki, was reared in the folds of the Iron Curtain. They are roughly the same age (Silvestrov was born in 1939; Gorecki, 1933) and they both noodled around with different styles before finding their best voice in hypnotic, tonal music. Silvestrov's works have been especially eclectic, ranging from avant-garde techniques to unremarkable song-cycles more reminiscent of Schubert than Schsnberg.
But in writing those otherwise anonymous songs, Silvestrov made a discovery. He noticed that he ended each piece with sounds that ultimately overshadowed the notes that came before. And so he began to focus not so much on the way a song grows, but on the way it reacts. From there, Silvestrov developed the idea of "frozen time" music that had no beginning and no end. He came up with a single, arched movement to shape such musical motion, and he put it to work with boffo results on Symphony No. 5.
The piece starts out--and, yes, ends--with meandering strings that feel like they're searching in slow, cautious turns. It's a beautifully tentative sound, like a soundtrack to a sci-fi flick about astronauts investigating an alien planet. A lighter mood follows, with a subtle, cascading melody that would be sticky sweet if horns didn't appear beneath the swirl. As with the earlier movements, the melody here is a succession of similar note patterns repeated with slight variations. Midway through the piece, the feathery curtains blow away and the cautious tone returns, but with more melody. The plucks of a prominent harp keep the scene quiet and hopeful.
Then almost exactly at the symphony's halfway mark, an assault of thunder rolls in. The salvos hit in the form of piano chords from featured performer Alexei Lubimov, who rumbles alongside percussion, bottom-heavy strings, and some sharp horns that flash random, atonal bursts. As quickly as it came up, the blaring noise goes away. The tentative melody appears like a wet breeze, the hushed, contemplative mood still ringed by an echo of distant roars. The symphony then floats to the finish, the careful nature of the melody's pacing eased somewhat, but not enough to keep things from feeling nicely ambiguous and important. A wonderful piece.
No. 5 having drifted off, the CD closes with another piece, Postludium, a symphonic poem for piano and orchestra. Here Silvestrov demonstrates his begin-at-the-end technique by composing a noisy, jumbled first movement that comes off like a set of dishes dropped down a flight of stairs. Balance is quickly regained, but a rising series of chords, followed by ever-increasing rumbles, maintains the off-kilter mood. The second movement is nervous and skittish, as if the notes are waiting for something to happen.
The third and final movement is the most melodic. A pleasant piano tinkles along safely and smoothly, with high strings and a fluttering flute joining in to make for a nice resolution to all the threatening images in the earlier passages.
In other hands, the hopeful, meditative mood that ends the disc would be primped with new-age goo. But Silvestrov keeps his muse from mindlessness by making room for a touch of foreboding on the sidelines. The subtle sense of danger isn't as pointed as Gorecki's antiwar evocations, but Silvestrov's methods work just as well in signaling a call for reflection. It's a beautiful closing to a CD that should win over the many who purchased Gorecki's Third--especially the few who still listen to it.
Unfortunately, this is not the return to active duty by Petula Clark all you downtowners have been waiting for. When an album's credits read "Tori, you have given us your unconditional belief and support," you know it's gonna be a fun fest 10 times worse than sleeping in the subway, darling. This musical medic alert drill is so derivative it should've been issued with an umbilical cord. But whose? Although Tori Amos serves as executive producer, her Pet project bears unflattering resemblances to other adult alternachicks--bad Sarah McLachlan, Sinead O'Connor and PJ Harvey impersonations sidle up to you in the first three tracks alone. Nearly every track clunks to its conclusion in feedback chaos, and when "Otherwise" kicks in with (yawn) distorted lead vocals halfway through, it's as if someone remembered the formula for aggro-alternative and jammed the circuits just in the nick of time. Awlright! But doncha fret--I don't hear anything even remotely resembling a single, so chances are you won't hear any Pet on your radio. You lucky dog!
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The Jazz Passengers Featuring Deborah Harry
There's no need to print up "Jazz Passengers Is a Group" buttons. This band's not the star-driven vehicle Blondie was designed to be. Besides, this is the Passengers' sixth recorded excursion. Harry only officially joined the group last year, but what might at first seem like exploitation is actually an inspired coupling. She maneuvers her way through a Tin Pan Alley standard like "Angel Eyes" with a panache Linda Ronstadt can only dream about. She occupies a comfortable middle ground between Keeley Smith and Ann-Margret, with the ensemble concocting a heady fusion of Sun Ra, Tom Waits, Duke Ellington and Spike Jones. "Pork Chop," a comic exchange between Harry and saxophonist Roy Nathanson, sounds like it could be a Guys and Dolls outtake, and there's a charming duet about infidelity with special guest Elvis Costello called "Doncha Go Away Mad" (Costello, a big fan of the group, also sings lead on a collaboration with group member Brad Jones). The Passengers have fun stretching the boundaries of modern jazz, while the vocalists are delighted to stretch beyond our expectations of what we think they're capable of. One way or another, they'll gitcha.