We've been playing
this CD alot lately. It is hard to get a handle on. It is clearly
rhythmic and loopy, but there are some lovely wonderful things going
on that are hard to explain.
It is a messy work
in many ways, but messy in the same way as a good old apartment
filled with books and records and scraps and photos from several
years of optimistic collection. Not to say it is a hotch potch,
as FdW might say, rather it displays the open, yet selective taste
of an active connoisseur.
The first half
of the record bounces around like Madeline on a school trip, before
settling down to movements beloved to Ranma 1/2: karate chopping
yet oddly feminine, and the female hero kicks ass. Slight humming
punctuates a spring day in Pigalle, the children of tourists are
playing and speaking languages that the natives do not understand.
But someone must understand them, because they keep on yelling just
the same. The end of the CD directs street cleaning machines and
kick boxers together for a peaceful ride on the Seine to the sea
side. They are riding in the lower decks, watching the view from
a small round port window that sometimes goes underwater. When they
arrive to the open sea, they turn on the television and fall asleep
to an old sci fi movie.
Funny, because
O. Lamm is pessimistic these days: he was complaining to us just
last weekend about the cultural elite in Paris -- an oily bunch.
Funny, because this CD is all rainbows, or is there some smog in
there too, hidden in the wind?