Preview | Angels of Light at the Echo Lounge
Same 'ol dreary MG? Actually...not really.
"I despise the reflection of m/ face in your blue eyes," mur-murs Michael Gira at one point during New Mother, his album with his new group Angels of Light. Same 'ol dreary MG? Actually...not really. Yes, the utter loathing is familiar, but there's something profoundly vulnerable and personal in the loss evoked by these songs that wasn't as evident before. I'd guess it's his separation from Jarboe, to whom this album is dedicated, but that's just speculation. Regardless, it's probably the most ambitious thing Gira's done, yet at its core it's also the most subtle and simple, centered around his dark/mad/desolate vocals and stark, clinical lyrics. Partially recorded in Atlanta, with locals Chris Griffin and Thomas Dodd contributing their talents, it's a haunting cycle about art and death, decay and loneliness, sin without redemption. No, it's not an easy ride, but then how is New Mother such an incredibly beautiful, moving work? Perhaps I'm just sick.