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Drums Between the Bells Alfred Soto , July 8th, 2011 11:45

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According to many of his friends, the most striking talent of former president George H.W. Bush is for the accumulation of names on the world's best Rolodex. For all his manipulations of space and sonics, ear for the gauche and the sublime, and fondness for the grand gesture as much as for the quiet, sustained synth block chord, Brian Eno accepts projects like the scion he is: he may turn a modest profit, and it might be fun. Collaborations with the likes of Coldplay and U2 sent Eno, as if to a ritual purging, back to his erstwhile partner David Byrne. The result, Everything That Happens Will Happen To Me, was the most beguiling album for both of them since, of course, the first Bush administration.

On his latest Eno works with self-described poet Richard Holland, who presumably worked on the lyrics while His Eggheadedness attended to the task of generating atmospheres for them - or fogs. Although Drums Between The Bells is Eno's second album for Warp Records, presumably to give it the imprimatur of a dance project, its devotion to skittering, volatile surfaces won't fool anyone looking for mirrorball kinetics, not to mention any fan who's watched with dismay as Eno's career since 1992's Neroli concentrates - I use the verb loosely - on whirring banality. His trick here is to build the tracks around a phalanx of interchangeable female vocalists, often stretching their vowels or consonants via electronic means. The effect is at times soothing: 'The Real' sounds like an updated sonic relative of a Big Science-era Laurie Anderson track. In other moments, such as the nervous pulsings of the single 'Glitch' (now there's truth in advertising!), Eno remembers how atonality and inspired juxtaposition were once good friends of his. This truism also applies to 'Seedpods', which is the aural equivalent of several metal lids whirling beside a microphone. The aptly named 'Sounds Alien', constructed around a no-doubt programmed drum pattern, atonal horn blasts, and shriekback guitar, would be too busy for its own good on other Eno records but is right at home here.

But the combination of Eno's obsession with stasis and his attachment to novelty for its own sake does the album in (its real title should be Bells Between The Bells). This is an album which actually includes fifty-eight seconds of silence called 'Silence', as if he thought John Lennon's 1973 'Nutopian International Anthem' remained an avant-garde totem. As for the featured collaborator, Holland doesn't write poetry so much as end-time nostrums collected in expensive private editions. His sensibility, such as it is, comes closest to meshing with Eno's on the organ-anchored 'Cloud 4', a pastoral as lovely as Another Day on Earth's 'How Many Worlds'. In sum, Drums Between the Bells works best as another card in the scion's Rolodex.

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Daniel K
Jul 11, 2011 12:49am

Good review, except you made a slight error- I think that what you meant to say was 'Everything that Happens Must Happen today' was an incredibly mediocre album made for middle aged Guardian readers by two middle aged men, so stultifying in its blandness that it makes Dire Straits sound like Slayer.

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Jul 11, 2011 12:48pm

"Breath of Crows" sound scary, I must say. I mean, not in a sense that it's supposed to make listeners hair curl, no - it's like John Balance came back to life.
Amazing piece of work.

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Jul 15, 2011 2:31pm

'Breath Of Crows' is beautiful indeed. For the rest the record sounds too bland, particularly because of the monotonous voices. The instrumental versions are better I think...

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Michael Engelbrecht
Jul 16, 2011 11:57am

I do not agree at all. This is a masterpiece. To make a long story short: "Drums Between The Bells" has the same emotional impact on me as Eno's classics from the 70s. Here comes the long story:


From early on, Brian Eno has been quite sceptical about words, their meanings, their ability to distract our attention from sound. So, although having written outstanding, at times surreal lyrics for his brilliant four song albums in the seventies ("Here Come The Warm Jets", "Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy)", "Another Green World" (this perfect mélange of songs and purely atmospheric pieces) and "Before and After Science"), he had never added the lyrics.

Now, on this album, the poems are printed. An interesting problem for the master of Ambient Music: poems consist of a highly condensed language, everything within a poem requires careful attention, every syllable, every space between lines, every picture, every breath words take. Eno's trick: everything becomes sound; the listener decides for himself where to move, foreground, background, wordwise, soundwise. The music offers a broad spectrum: funky passages, trash jazz, exotica a la Eno, post-Kraut-electronics and drifting-spheres, soulful chamber music. Inspired stuff.

In an interview, Rick Holland told me: "Each track was approached as a unique organism, and there were nearly fifty pieces when we first sat down to finish the record. I do offer musical ideas and also extremely vague and over-reaching requests, Can you make this part sound more like primordial sludge Brian?', that kind of thing. Of course his answers tend to be, `Yes, yes I can.'."


And, yep, he can! Poems and music - a special affair! "Drums Between The Bells" will speak to people who look for vital music they have never heard before, and to those who are curious about a still quite living thing called modern poetry. Remembering the Eno-Byrne masterpiece "My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts" (1980) with the cut-and- sample approach to speaking and singing voices (mad priests, talking heads, singers from the Lebanon etc), the new record leaves "the bush of ghosts" and opens up "a theatre of voices".

Nine voices (most of them women) give life to words, sometimes these voices (including the ones of Brian and Rick) are pure realism, sometimes they are morphed and treated. It's never a gimmick, it always serves the words, their meaning space. Brian calls these tracks "speech songs". Using the language of people who come from other parts of the world, enriches the English words with a surprising, non-professional freshness!

In the brilliant slow motion piece, "the real", a female voice is speaking about our ability to see or see not "the real in things", full of repetitions and small changes. A sophisticated way of mixing hypnotic induction with perception theory: solid earth suddenly feels like murky water. The last lines one can (depending on your state of mind) clearly indentify tell us: "while real runs out and seems to see the real as it runs" - then the voice turns from a soft speaker to a strange species. Seductive. A Buddhist piece for the Western world?

"I am not Buddhist, or a Hindu,", says Rick Holland, "nor have I studied either way exhaustively, but I do see the frontiers of science shifting all the time and making fools of experts, and the fact that people have also long agreed on one simple truth, `the unexamined life is not worth living'. At the ends of our formalized intelligence lives imagination. Ultimately, we are all looking for the same thing and anyone who tells you `no, you are wrong, life is rigidly this way, full stop' is almost certainly selling you something.


What do you think, Brian Eno loves about Rick Holland's poems? I read his little book "Story the Flowers" and found an interesting mix of careful attention to everyday life, philosophy, humour and science. Small towns, big towns, coastal areas are portrayed in a deeply sensual way (I'm happy to leave out the word "spiritual" here). There is always an enigma that won't be solved too soon. Something that hangs in the air. "I thought this was the kind of poetry I wanted to work with. The poems were short and sharp", Eno writes in the foreword of the special edition, "their images were strong and the language memorable enough to reward repeated listening." Meanwhile the music drives, waits, suggests, breathes, swirls, stops, penetrates. And it does a lot more.

"I think we both took some steps away from our comfort zones over these sessions, which is what collaborating relies on, and there was certainly never a sense that he `did' music and I `did' words. Poems and Music were equally likely to change in the process of making, and the making process was an open forum of ideas."

Sometimes the words approach the singing area, but it takes a while till we discover an oldfashioned thing called song: near the end, Eno starts singing, and, you know, so many people - nevertheless how much they love his ambient works - have just waited too long for new songs of Mr. Eno ("Wrong Way Up", 1990, "Just Another Day On Earth", 2005). How many of us died on the way? Now one can take a deep breath, when listening to the brilliance of "cloud 4" - but, what's that: a song that could last forever stops after one minute and fourtythree seconds?! We call this English humour. And remember that old saying: brevity is the essence of wit. But, well, I have to confess: the form of the song is perfect, there's a opening part, a middle section and an uplifting ending: "the madnesses of mood / weatherfronts we know / hem us in / or free us like children /just one day apart /a lifetime in the sky / sun, scan the sky like flight / search for any sign /(things) will be alright."


And then? Then comes nothing (of course a very Cagean and well placed nothing, 56 seconds of silence) - and after that, a quiet revelation, another fantastic song: Eno delivers "Breath of Crows" with a deepness in his voice you have rarely ever heard. Robert Wyatt will send kisses! Eno sings with a a slowness and intensity that is not so far away from the last Scott Walker albums.

"my god is in the breath of crows / it grows and shrinks with nature's wish / a fire with no link to the wish of man / but it must be absolute, this god, /for when the mind is still it moves. / my god is in the breath of crows / (...) / the sounds of holy night abound / kestrel calls and bells / drink the air /and the race for meaning quells /(let it in) /or the calls will sound like hollow tin /or gramophone circles /and background dust /i must replaced by must / by scent and sense /wonder this."

Rick Holland about this piece of magic: "We were in a new part of his studio, he had moved all of his equipment into what had previously been an office, with large glass skylight windows. The rain was hammering down in heavy drops, the daylight had disappeared behind the clouds, and he had this dark and thrilling sound on the go. In short, the stage was set to try `Breath of Crows', a slow meditation that is both dark and uplifting in my opinion. His choice of singing voice fitted the whole atmosphere, and I pushed him to carry on with this sung approach. As for my perception it is completely bound up in where the poem was written, which was under a Mumbai monsoon, in my small room over there, which was at tree level and meant I lived in close proximity to the city's crow population. It was the culmination of a lot of reading, thinking, working as a teacher at Utpal Shanghvi School, and living closely with these very intelligent animals in a culture that revered and took notice of all living things. The song is perhaps like a non religious hymn".


I have no doubt that first reviews will be controversial. Strange beasts (for sure those that come along with poetry) often produce defense mechanisms a la "highbrow" or "very intellectual". Don't expect some final words about the album. Many of you will be surprised, I think, in more than one or two ways! Old school? No, this is cuttin' edge! And Eno never overeggs the pudding: "Drums Between The Bells" is a wild thing! Some might think I'm a bit too enthusiastic about this record, but, no, I'm not!

P.S. The "special edition" offers a second disc with instrumental versions of the music, a foreword, and fine imagery inspired by the music - highly recommended, too! By the way, all the music is performed by Brian Eno. On some pieces Leo Abrahams plays guitar, Seb Rochford does some excellent drum work on the opening track, and the wonderful Nell Catchpole (who already added her magic in the days of WRONG WAY UP) plays violin and viola on several pieces.

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John Doran
Jul 16, 2011 12:45pm

In reply to Michael Engelbrecht:

Despite the fact I think Alfred is brilliant writer and Michael's post is a bit long and slightly frightening - I also think this is a great album. Nice to see some civilized discourse. Eno brings out the best in people.

Well, apart from Coldplay.

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Michael Engelbrecht
Jul 19, 2011 11:01am

In reply to John Doran:

Frightening? :)

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Michael Engelbrecht
Jul 19, 2011 11:51am

In reply to Michael Engelbrecht:

P.S. Ah, John, i forgot. here´s something even more frightening:

my interview with Rick Holland (in full length)

(english /german)

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