“It is astonishing
with what finality theoreticians and artists of a certain historical era or an
art movement negated and discredited earlier movements and marked out their
position as the only true and final one. Looking back at the multitude of
artistic movements they all seem to have the same historical relevance to me,
and I certainly do not find any contemporary movement superior just because I
happen to live in this time, in the short span of years when such movements
dominate the cultural landscape.”
This quote comes from Slovenian composer,
guitarist and pianist Borut Krzisnik, who replaces Michael Nyman as director
Peter Greenaway’s partner-in-crime for this unusual film about the biographical
qualities of the suitcases belonging to a fictional man called Tulse Luper.
Since parting ways with Nyman after Prospero’s Book (whether amicably or
not is unknown), Greenaway’s films have lost the consistent musical direction
the unwilling minimalist lent them – there’s little internal or inter-film
continuity to the musical landscapes of The Baby of Macon, The Pillow Book
or 8 ½ Women. (Mind you, the film’s themselves barely hang together on
the strength of the ideas, though I must confess I’ve always been squeamish with
Greenaway’s fixation on living and dead anatomy.)
Back to Borut Krzisnik… whose original
score for the film dominates this new joint release from First Name and
Mellowdrama Records. (There are two pieces included from one of Krzisnik’s
concept albums – Stories from Magatrea – doubtless the material that got
him the job.) I include the quote above because it’s as strong an insight as I
can point to regarding the nature of his music. His music can’t be
pigeon-holed. He’s not a minimalist. He’s not a romantic. He’s not a
post-modernist, or a baroque composer, a Slovenian folk improviser, a student
of Stravinsky… he’s all these things. He’s not kidding when he says he regards
all previous artistic movements as having equal weight! His music is so utterly
full of … just about everything. The glissandos of virtual orchestra that draw
us into to the solo violin exploration of the epic opener ‘Trembling Web’ could
be described as minimalist… but not in any way that would make you think of
Glass, Riley, Reich or Adams. Syncopated interludes give way to a haphazard
landscape that had me thinking of the ‘Rite of Spring’. The contrapuntal
writing in both synthetic and real instruments in this and the following tracks
point us back to Bach, but only in technique – the sound Krzisnik explores here
feels as fresh as anything. And there’re hints of a more post-modern
perspective: this is music created largely at the mixing stage – electronic
manipulation of (individual instrument and entire ensemble) playback speed, timbre,
brief intrusions of complete silence, and other devices draw attention to the
music itself as a product of technology.
‘Trembling Web’ is the highlight – but
there are many other sections of interest. It’s a hard score to analyse using
the class terms of film music analysis – themes, signatures, genre references,
and such –because each piece is an independent musical journey with similar
fundamentals to the whole, but distinguishing characteristics. ‘Festa’ pounds
on insistent rhythms and complex harmonic accompaniment to a melody that feels
like the ghost of folk idea. ‘Love Song No 1’ is a rare slower movement: a
strange two-voice song filled with avante-garde effects. The same effects open
‘Sudden Spell’, which works up a furious pace a la gypsy folk songs. The epic
‘March to Eternity’ follows – an extended exploration of Krzisnik’s string
writing – bound to leave the listener hypnotised and breathless by its end.
Rounding out the program is ‘Slaves’ - Krzisnik’s re-interpretation of the
haunting melody from Verdi’s Nabucco, re-arranged so that one is struck
by both the beauty of the melody and the perversity of its interpretation here.
Wth the exception of rare acoustic solo interludes, all styles pass through the
filter of a ‘virtual orchestra’, an ensemble whose performance is credited to
the composer himself, but explained in Mellowdrama’s press release as “the
sound of a real orchestra in the digital domain”, whatever that means.
We often hear calls for innovative film
music. I don’t know how long the composer has been doing this sort of thing
over his four previous solo albums, but I’d say this is about the closest thing
to it this year. This material is so outside of conventions that I wouldn’t be
surprised if, much like Greenaway’s former collaborator Michael Nyman, the film
was edited to the music rather than the other way around. I doubt Borut
Krzisnik will ever break into conventional film music circles without
lobotomizing his eclectic aesthetic impulses, nor should he – he seems to have
found something fresh, why not explore it? Whatever his future in film scoring,
we can only be thankful to the composer for presenting one of the most
distinctive film scores in a long time. Which is not to say it’s the most
enjoyable thing I’ve heard this year, but then you don’t listen to this sort of
thing because its guaranteed to push your buttons; you listen to this sort of
thing because it will arrest and amaze you.
Production values are typically strong from
Mellowdrama Records (though First Name Soundtracks seems to be the dominant
entity here in production). The sleeve notes are frustratingly vague,
well-appointed, and present more intriguing imagery in sixteen pages than you’ll
find in the average Hollywood feature film. If there’s anything to complain
about, it’s that the liner notes miss Glen Aitken’s studious touch from
Mellowdrama’s previous releases. The music lacks a dramatic context that the
remarks here by Greenaway and Guido Sprenger certainly don’t supply. Even a
little more information on the production of the music wouldn’t hurt. Otherwise
an unlikely must-have album.
Michael McLennan
Rating: 4.5