"Have pity for the dead/Sleep has his house…"
The moving title track – centrepiece at 24 minutes in length – measures a repetitive, tender drone; a liturgical contemplation on the consolation of death and sacrifice. Medieval in the manner of the 14th century Pearl poet, conjuring a hallucinatory landscape ripe with symbolism.
Haunted, otherworldly, and more obviously personal than anything David Tibet created with the PTV-Nurse With Wound axis. Tibet’s harmonium roots his half-sung, half-chanted poetry. An overwhelming entreaty for compassion.
Gwiriwch
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Hmmm, I really must revisit C93. I only have their first few albums, all rather grim early/mid 80s fayre, but obviously there's so much more to them.
Do take another look. Recommend: Black Ships Ate the Sky; All the pretty horses
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Un disco excelente, dios mío. Le escucho mucho todavía. Aqui dejo un link a un artículo interesante: Currente 93: Sleep Has His House (2006)
Saludos.
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