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CD Review
Deathwatch Beetle Repairman - "Hollow Fishes"
By Marcus Pan
What amazes me most about the work of the
Deathwatch Beetle Repairman is his amazing ability to cross musical styles and
genres so naturally that it leaves me stunned. Many cross-cultural and ethnic
beats and sounds make up the tracks on "Hollow Fishes." Virtually every song
takes you to another period in history or another cultural crossroad. It is
such an unusual and eccentric CD that I would be hard pressed to point to
somebody and say, "You'll love this!" It almost sounds like a compilation CD in
the way DBR comes out sounding like a completely different musical outfit every
time a new track is cued up.
DBR went for a very minimalist sound on most of the tracks.
Highlighting most of the songs are the drum and vocal tracks, winding through
anywhere from an American Indian thumping sound to a more subtle and slow
hollow beating. But always it is there
and DBR must have a few dozen drum
instruments around their place. You can distinctly hear toms, sets,
bongos
name it. If this was electronically done I salute him. If it
wasn't, I still salute him. The drums make many of the tracks their own entity.
Vocals are anywhere from chat-like to whispered, and always meld with the drums
and background of the songs so well you can close your eyes and see him speak
to you.
"Hollow Fishes" has eight tracks. It opens with the nominal
"Dream of the Hollow Fishes." The synthesized background of this piece is
extraordinary and ghostlike, floating your mind underwater in the deepest
ocean. The drums are hollow and thumping, sounding like what you would expect
if someone were to actually be playing them underwater. "Drying in the Sun,"
the second track, has an almost Italian sound to it, the first heard guitars
seem to be reminiscent of old-style Sicilian music you'd expect to hear
accompanying the latest book by Mario Puzo or behind an on-screen scene
featuring Marlon Brando. One of my favorite tracks, the fourth, is "Season of
the Dead." The keyboards begin the song with an almost carnival-like feel. The
subject matter of the song is very morbid and dark, but his vocals on this
track are surprisingly light. Almost mockingly sarcastic toward the subject
matter. I think that's why I enjoy it so much. "Violet and Green," the track
following this one, takes you to yet another culture. You can almost feel the
wind in your hair as Aladdin's carpet takes you on another trip. The flutes add
to the Arabian guitar playing and you can hear the castanets, or what I
perceive to be castanets, clicking off the rhythm as the vocals spread out
around you. The song has very little in the way of background other than the
guitar, drums and clicks. The simplicity of the song itself adds much to its
beauty.
Following these aforementioned tracks are trips elsewhere
throughout the mind of the beetle. "Shrine of Lilacs," a beautiful name for a
song in its own right before I had even listened to it, is nearly a spoken word
piece surrounded by that underwater sound and thumping rhythm similar to the
first, "Dream of
" track. Track 7, "King of the Rooks," is a droning,
riveting piece with more of the Arabian flair you heard in "Violet and Green."
Except this time it comes out blaring and loud; not a carpet ride. He takes his
vocals at irregular intervals and bends it, just enough, to keep you guessing
and wondering just where it is he is taking you here. "This place was my home,
but your sin is my grave!" is the repetitive chorus of this song, a
carnival-like setting coming through the synths as it is spoken through the
speakers with just the right amount of guttural roughness. The mixture of
carnival-like synthesizer and Arabic guitaring in this song is, well, downright
weird. A strange mixture. The CD ends with "The Carny of Mr. Dark." This piece
brought me back to the carnival, again, but this time I distinctly saw the
movie "Something Wicked This Way Comes" playing in my head. It's a powerful
instrumental piece, something you'd hear from the pipe organs in the basement
as you stepped through the portcullis of Ravenloft or some other fantastic
castle.
I wish I could distinctly tell you "If you liked so-and-so,
you'll like DBR." But I can't. The very basis of the CD, it's underwater
eccentricity and many different settings and genres, absolutely forbids it.
Makes it impossible. But what I can tell you is that if your mind is open
enough to the weirdness of the world, Deathwatch Beetle Repairman can take you
to more places in the space of just over thirty seven minutes than you've been
in a very long time. Sometimes, you SHOULD repair what isn't broken
Contact Information: Mail: Deathwatch
Beetle Music, 102 Concord Ave., Toronto ON, Canada, M6H 2P3 E-Mail:
sitarplayer@deathwatchbeetle.com
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