We had tried not to think about it, but of course we really missed him. We really did.
Being a Roxy/Ferry aficionado was rather a challenge from 1990 to 2009: no Roxy albums appeared, while Mr Ferry himself delivered only five records. Three comprised only covers (not the reason why we love him), and the other two consisted mostly of self-penned material that was ofren good but just as often unfocused and oddly unfinished. Oh, and aeons between releases were no great help in easing frustration, as you can imagine.
But now "Olympia": out of the blue, here is the album that should have appeared after "Bête Noire". Sharp, funk-flecked and interspersed with supreme balladry, it really belongs up there at the Gods' table, ambrosia flowing under cerulean Greek skies.
And like Ferry's best work, "Olympia" is shot through with deep existential angst, which on first hearing is deliciously masked by its gilded, slinky arrangements. Listen closer though, and feelings of loss and the sadness of things will start to get under your skin. This is the core of Ferry's art: beauty and decay, artistic élan and transience, heaven and hell in a sigh or the batting of an eyelash. In this respect, he is as apocalyptic as Mr David Tibet of Current 93.
To further details, though:
- Ferry's voice is more whispery and Billie Holiday-inflected on this release, and all the better for it. Like fondant chocolates savoured by the fireplace, it melts on your soul with a pleasantly bitter caress.
- The two covers (Buckley, Traffic) are definitely inspired. It is a good thing that he abandoned the tried and tested route when choosing other people's songs.
- The eight originals are fabulous, full of references to his past, both musically and lyrically, but showing nonetheless great personality and a fresh, relevant style. The uptempo numbers strike first ("Shameless", the insatiable "Alphaville"), but the ballads will conquer you forever with their graceful, quietly smouldering despair. Exquisite long shadows, indeed.
As for the future: shall we have to wait another eight years for a follow-up? We honestly think that Mr Ferry should 'do a Johnny Cash': that is, release an album of this calibre every year for the next two lustres. He probably has vaults full of marvellous songs, he only needs the confidence to get down and record them properly.
We know he can dance.