Tis Lake (Tissø in Danish ) in western Zealand was, according to Thomas Keightley’s The Fairy Mythology, formed after a malicious troll tried to submerge a village by enclosing an entire lake in a letter. The letter was not delivered to the village targeted but opened in Zealand instead .
Tissø Lake is also a recording project of Ian Humberstone (b. 09.06.86) from Exeter in the United Kingdom. Ian’s latest album (his third) is called Song of the Black Dog.
I remember an essay by the late psychiatrist Anthony Storr which said that ‘Black Dog’ was Winston Churchill’s own nickname for the prolonged and recurrent fits of depression he suffered from. I’m not sure if Ian Humberstone intends the same connection. His pastoral folk songs certainly do have an air of introverted melancholy although I would call them reflective rather than depressive.
Words like ‘somnolent slumber’ and ‘silent refrains‘ are woven into what is currently my favourite track on the album – The House by the River – which begins with the line:”The most beautiful place in Cambridge Town is by the river where the house burnt down”
Later he refers to Grantchester Meadows ,the setting for a song on Pink Floyd’s Ummagumma (see pictured). This link seems appropriate since something of Ian’s fragile, tentative vocal delivery echoes that of Syd Barrett’s.
Ian’s lyrics are poetically detached but they exude a warmth and offer a highly personal perspective on the world.
A press release from Mathilde Records puts it well when they describe the music of Tissø Lake as offering “the secret comforts of isolated worlds….. at almost total odds with modernity“
On the closing track ‘Heath Fire and Waltz’ Ian sings of music for collective pleasure though “not for groups of more than 20“. He’s probably right. It’s easier to imagine them performed to a rapt audience in a small back room than to an unruly crowd in a club.
The track closes with the repeated refrain: “Please waltz at my show – it is hard to do but it is rewarding“.
For the moment I’m content to sway along to his music in the privacy of my own home
A cold Tuesday night in Emilia Romagna, Italy. Not quite freezing but chilly enough perhaps to discourage citizens from leaving the cosiness of their homes. Maybe for this, or possibly due to the woefully scant publicity, this intriguing triple bill at Teatro Rasi, Ravenna was a sparsely attended affair, under 100 brave souls venturing out. This made for a fairly flat atmosphere for these three bands to contend with. As none of them trouble much with between song banter, the songs are interspersed with pregnant pauses lending the performance a stilted feel. “Is anyone out there?”, asks Carla Bozulich’s bass player at one point with a hint of desperation. After our half hearted response she concludes “There’s two at least”! Carla Bozulich herself seems disconcerted by the fact that she can’t see we the punters; pitching her performance into an unquantifiable void was clearly troubling to her.
Bozulich’s set focuses on the songs of anguish and rage of last year’s atmospheric ‘Evangelista’ a radical shift from her critically acclaimed reinterpretaion of Willie Nelson’s ‘Red Haired Stranger’ that marked her solo debut in 2003. There’s nothing remotely country orientated about her new material, as you would expect with collaborators who include members of apocalyptic post-rockers like ‘A Silver Mt Zion’ & ‘Godspeed! You Black Emperor’.
Clad fetchingly in all black designer rags and 16 hole boots, Carla Bozulich paces the stage like a caged animal or else jumps frentically like a child throwing a tantrum (breaking a guitar string and almost losing her knickers in the process!). It’s an energetic display that craves for more than the polite applause than she achieves and in this regard I can appreciate her frustration. I get something of the same feeling when teaching unresponsive students in a language class – groups known in the trade as ‘the living dead’. The desire to stomp and curse to generate some (any!) reaction is strong.
Still, casting a critical eye on Carla Bozulich, it is also plain that she pushes a bit too hard at times. The subdued tension of a slow building track like ‘Pissing’ contains more menace and attitude than more primal explosions of feeling. What she achieves best, assisted by her highly accomplished backing band, is the ability to integrate noise dynamics with a controlled and poetically charged intensity. Atonal walls and wails of sound compliment her emploring voice perfectly. The two songs that close her set – ‘Baby,That’s The Creeps’ and ‘Evangelista I’ – are prime illustrations of the balance between stretches of abstract free-form with relatively structured content. Both these are both scary and original pieces brought to life on stage by the virtuoso playing of Thierry Amar (?) on double bass.
(A rough video of Evangelista can be viewed on my YouTube recording:
Accompanying Carla Bozulich’s headline slot are a somewhat incongruous foursome from California who trade under the name of Gowns. It’s not hard to see why there’s quite an Undeground buzz about their brand of psychedelic Velvets style rock meets drone. They are fronted by the attention grabbing figure of Erika Anderson whose length and legginess is emphasised by mini skirt and luminous white tights. Aside from her looks, she also demonstrated some impressive guitar abuse and cool Kim Gordon-esque vocals. In marked contrast, looking like an Indie-rock love child of Woody Allen, Ezra Buchla looks postively nerdy. His electro-noodling, violin droning and general vocal raging all sounded more mannered and less convincing and more self consciously arty. My favourite. however, was Jacob Felix Heule on drums. I was particularly taken by the energy of his playing and his neat trick of balancing extra cymbals on his kit to create a shimmering and sizzling backing.
It was a good night for drummers. The opening act had one Vittorio Demarin showing off the original art of playing violin (more drone!) with one hand and pounding out a tribal beat with the other. He makes up one third of FatherMurphy whose name sounds Irish, whose music sounds English but who are in fact Italian. Not that you’d guess their nationality from their performance. The songs are sung in a cockneyish drawl and singer Federico Zanatta takes nervous gulps of water in between songs rather than risk destroying the enigma with banalities like band name or song titles. The ghost of Syd Barrett looms large over Father Murphy who blend his quirky style with more expansive psychedelc tinged tunes.
All in all, a good night of new music but also proof that bands like these are more at home in the turmoil of sweatier and noisier venues than the stiffer formality of theatres.
Tis Lake (Tissø in Danish ) in western Zealand was, according to Thomas Keightley’s The Fairy Mythology, formed after a malicious troll tried to submerge a village by enclosing an entire lake in a letter. The letter was not delivered to the village targeted but opened in Zealand instead .
