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'Pseudo-intellectual, pullover and polytechnic radical fringers.',
This review is from: After the Heat (Audio CD)I've been a fan of Brian Eno for some time now. I like him because he gets put in the same egg-head, pseudo-intellectual category as Howard Devoto, when in fact the music he makes is simplicity itself.
He's tricky for sure and that's part of his problem. I wanted to read the sleeve of this album before I reviewed it and after a good few minutes searching, I found it under a piece of paper which looked far too small to have a cd hidden under it.
A good example of the trickiness of Brian Eno.....
'After the Heat' sees him in fine collaboration with two other similarly inclined old coves; Moebius and Roedelius who I've never heard of. (Checks sleeve, no info, GREAT!) They must be like-minded, only they look a bit foreign to me. A bit, God help us, European. The evil influences of these agents of change, fresh from the artistic killing fields of Belgium and Luxembourg are clear to hear on dear old Brian.
Far from experimenting with 15 minute 'soundscapes' (splutter!), he woke up next morning and found he'd (almost) made a pop lp.
Ok, it's not one that would worry George Michael( though it should!), and hardly have the Garry Bushells of this world running for cover but it's rather nifty nevertheless. It carves out it's own little niche, its as if it knows where it belongs, where it sits in the scheme of things. Low key but this has real power, proper depth - something that would please and tease a Radio 1 listener. A couple on here would make solid singles, genuine catchy. Two spins and your wretched correspondent was well and truly hooked.
Boffin Eno does have a bit of an indulgence here and there (and you just KNOW it's him and not the other two). He sings one 'song' backwards, on another, he blows raspberries and uses this rather vulgar noise as an instrument (and all this years before those talent less no-hopers started beat-boxing), just so's we'll know he still means business (God help those airports) and is still anti-compromise, still DEADLY serious.
I can't buy into that. A dyed-in-the-wool misery wouldn't be able to make music as warm, open and down-right accessible as this. Eno's music is our direct route through his looking glass. One side, murky and misty, but on the true side, colour and light and beauty.
The producer's called Plank! And no, I'm not making it up. He's one of Eno's mates for sure but where do they find these people? The Plank novelty factor alone means you should buy this cd. Imagine after hearing that, you didn't!
Eno, Moebius and Roedelius (ok, lets give the other two some credit but who are they!?) have got so many great pop ideas their collective brain must hurt. Don't be fooled by the pigeon-holing, there really is something here for most people. Just open your minds and they'll be in....forever.
I didn't come on here to defend Brian Eno from his detractors (and they ARE legion), but I seem to have done just that. It's ok. He is after all, at least to my mind, a robust musical madman; albeit a quiet, mild mannered, wine sipping one.
My absolutely favourite kind.