April 29, 2010
Sleep Has His House - Current 93
"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.
Oddi wrth y brawd