'Sacred Songs' is a good title because the album lives up to it.
With erstwhile old progger Robert Fripp involved, I was expecting 12 versions of 'I Talk to the Wind', but this is a harder music altogether; more edge.
I love being surprised by music, and despite the rampant cynicism and seeming lack of optimism in my reviews - I am quite often. That this is such an unlikely collaboration thrills me; and the fact that it works so well, makes the hours wasted wading through other desperate musics all the more worthwhile.
Mostly it's straightly geetared bluesy rock'n'soul, with a fair amount of honky-tonk piano, but with enough Fripp flourishes and finesse to lift it far above and beyond the mediocre and mundane limits of that rather confining and over-simplistic genre. Hall's a major talent on his own, but add the seriously disturbed Fripp to the proceedings and you're fast-tracking to a classic.
The diversity of 'SS' is micro-cosomed in the last two songs; 'You Burn Me Up Like A Cigarette' which is a racy, almost punk-like thrash-in-the-r-n-r basement, and the seriously beautiful 'North Star', with its iron-cable strong hook and Hall's almost country vocal, making sure the album doesn't fade away at the death. Point of fact - the stronger songs tend to come towards the end. It's as if they're lying in wait: while the McCartney-esque 'Babs and Babs' and the ambient Frippery of 'Urban Landscape' lull us into a false sense of security; songs like 'Why It Was So Easy' and the astonishing 'Survive' (the standout here, against some top opposition) hit like trains. Their immediacy can't be random, no capitulation to fate.
'SS' reminds overwhelmingly of those superb Ian Hunter solo albums. Constructed around an age-old conceit, but infused with an almost mysterious instinctive; to re-invent and improve. To re-carve something set already in solid granite (mostly by people MADE of solid granite..(!))and make new again.
I'd say it was an aesthetic manifestation, if that's not too pompous, but 'SS' is an album that makes you strive for an emotional definition rather than just gushing superlatives. It's precise and triumphant in a celebratory context. You can't be anything but thrilled to bits that you're listening to it.
The Fripp/Hall collaboration (and I'm SO tempted to call it an 'axis', but that IS too pompous..(!)), is a success despite any reservations you might have about the musical origins of our two heroes. It's a mature rock work.
Intelligent and indecent; fully deserving of its place in that miniscule and even now, ever dwindling cultural canon.