Orpheus in the Underworld
Christof Kurzmann attempts grand things on
El Infierno Musical (
MIKROTON RECORDINGS
CD 20). He composed all the music, plays electronics, saxophone and
guitar, and sings all the lyrics where they appear; these words were
written by the Argentine poet Alejandra Pizarnik, and translated into
English with the help of Cecilia Rojo. The aural experience is rich – an
unpredictable melange of jazz, free jazz, improvisation, chamber music,
blues, pop music and rock music, sometimes given a vaguely medieval /
Renaissance flavour by the viola da gamba playing of Eva Reiter, who
also plays the contrabass recorder on a couple of tracks. Plus the whole
package is contextualised with images sampled from the “Hell” panel of
Bosch’s famous
Garden of Earthly Delights triptych.
Many musicians may have commented on, been struck by or even dreamed
of making a concept album about this “musical Hell” proposed by Bosch,
where sinners are punished in amongst a ghastly cacophony of archaic
musical instruments, some of which are changed by the diabolical agency
into engines of torture. I should point out that Kurzmann is not
explicitly intending to do any of the above either, and only the title
of this suite has any consonance with the Bosch painting, of which we
see a Photoshopped variant provided by the visual artists Jimmy Draht
and Stefan Haupt. The main aim of the work is to pay tribute to the
poetess Pizarnik, a collection of whose writings also appeared under the
title
El Infierno Musical and indeed prompted Kurzmann, who
purchased said volume almost by accident from a street seller while
drinking coffee in Buenos Aires, to found the quintet of this name in
2008.
Musically this album is strong and convincing, even if not as chaotic
as anything with a Bosch cover ought to be, and while the individual
players – e.g. saxman Ken Vandermark, drummer Martin Brandlmayr –
perform with authority, I sometimes find the package a shade too
mannered and contrived for my tastes. Kurzmann is the sort of musical
catholic who has no problem in mixing different vernaculars, styles and
genres in his musical statements, often doing so in the same breath, if
he decides that’s what is called for. The main stumbling block for me is
Kuzmann’s rather effete voice, which recites rather than sings the
lyrical content, and always sounds breathless or on the verge of tears
as he negotiates another corny-sounding flattened fifth. So far this
prevents me from reaching the core meaning of the work, which is
probably encoded more into the poetry than in the music. Still, one
needs to persevere with work of this complexity and depth. Don’t let my
meagre prejudices prevent you from hearing this extremely unusual and
distinctive piece of work. This arrived 31 January from a label based in
Moscow.
The Sound Projector