Preview | ANGELS Of LIGHT 6/29, DOUBLE DOOR
...the long-awaited expression of his brooding folkie sideÂ…
Swans autuer Michael Gira has consistently included lyric sheets with his work, but he might be better served by simply listing an address where fans could write for them after they've heard the record. More than any other song-writer I can think of, Gira writes lines that simply should not work - clunky broad strokes of Grand Guignol self-loathing and redemption - yet when they're delivered amid his sweeping, overpowering arrangements, in a voice that won't consider any possibility but utter intense conviction, work they do, by some hoodoo. (This is, after all, the man who could get a roomful of
NYLJ students to chant,
"The sex in your soul will damn you to hell!") New
Mother (Young God), the simultaneously delicate and heavy-handed debut of his latest project, the Angels of Light, is the long-awaited expression of his brooding folkie side, which was lurking on the latter-day Swans albums. It's since developed into a nasty country-gothic twang under-scored by fiddles and banjos - the climactic chanting in "Shame" sounds like Swans Unplugged. Anyone who ever found that low, dangerous, if-only-lan-Curtis-had-been-a-survivor vibe irresistible is bound to like this, and plenty of people who never would have considered enjoying the noisy Manhattan-junkie vibe of Swans might well get sucked in too.