HORSEY:
Terrify Not Man Lest God Terrify Thee:
Current 93
"Horsey" saw the light in 1997 and is certainly to be included in the list of atypical albums by Current 93.
In this experiment, which we can label as "folk/noise", David Tibet's indomitable poetry opens up to the roar of electric guitars, with results, however, not always convincing.
Talking about a real album is actually not entirely correct, since the material gathered here stems from two different sessions, recorded in different places and circumstances, with the contribution of different musicians.
The first three tracks are nothing more than the re-emergence of the EP "Horse", originally released in 1990 in a now very rare box, which originally contained, besides the EP in question, also "Lumb Sister" by Nurse with Wound" and "Lex Talionis" by Sol Invictus.
The last three tracks, on the other hand, stem from a live recording session in Shizuoka: an improvisation experiment in which Tibet surrounds himself with Japanese musicians capable of injecting into the tried and tested sound of the Current a good dose of jangling noise-rock (!!!).
Needless to say, the "English" part, strengthened by the participation of figures of the caliber of Steve Stapleton, Tony Wakeford, and Douglas P., is the more interesting of the two.
The first two tracks are genuine masterpieces: the opener "Diana", a cover of Comus, opens with a looped violin riff over which David Tibet's nervous poetry is grafted. This is followed by tragic piano tolls, the roar of the electric guitar, Wakefordian bass pulsations, in a crescendo that overall (improperly or not) recalls the electro-acoustic phrases of "Cupe Vampe" by our own CSI.
"The Death of the Corn" is instead the typical folk ballad of Current 93, in my opinion one of the most beautiful and intense ever, destined not by chance to become a true classic of the band. The references to the art of Sol Invictus are evident, especially for Tony Wakeford's unmistakable style on the four strings.
This first part closes with an uninvolving "Thee", a rather anonymous episode where the whistles of the electric guitars return to dirty David Tibet's ravings, eternally faithful to his visions: a reinterpretation of the terrible art of early Current 93 through the acidic and rusty sounds of a claustrophobic noise-rock.
While the "Japanese" part, though bolder in its intentions, does not settle on the same quality levels.
"Broken Birds Fly I (Maldoror Waits)", originally appearing as a bonus cd in the magazine "Plotemaic Terrescope", opens this second set with hypnotic and compelling sounds in which Tibet's ungraceful singing takes up the eternal theme of Maldoror, so dear to the English artist, proposed in all sauces throughout his personal artistic journey.
The piece, despite being a commendable attempt to transmute the spirit of the Current into a more genuinely rock-psychedelic dimension, ends up being tiresome, perhaps because it all sounds like an improvisation exercise for its own sake.
Better then the caustic ten minutes of the title track: "Horsey" is another exhausting electric crescendo, shaken by the nervous beats of the drums and paranoid guitar turns. Towards its middle, the track will have the audacity to turn into a true metal-flavored gallop (!!!).
For the record, there is also an acoustic version of this track, markedly better than this one: it is the "Hooves" never released by Nature & Organization of Michael Cashmore, later retrieved in the collection "Emblems: The Menstrual Years", often performed live and undoubtedly to be counted among the classics of Current 93.
"Broken Birds Fly II (Maldoror Wails)", which is practically the same as its first part, closes the dances without excitement.
Ultimately, a work lacking cohesion, this "Horsey", in which the different episodes suffer from the absence of a single concept to tie them together and give them a complete sense.
An album, however, that at times really excites and more generally highlights the courage and desire to experiment of a restless and tireless artist like David Tibet, who with "Horsey" gives us an unpublished part of himself, as well as another significant piece (the umpteenth one) in an incredible career rich with twists and turns.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 The Death of the Corn (05:59)
Through the marshes
And through the filtering glades
Through the corn
And through the scything fields
The summer sun
Dances and rages
The summer sun
Flies burning into the light
And who shall die
At the death of the corn?
Rise, rise, rise
The sleeping giant awakes
He circles into circling
The wild Wild Hunt
Dawn dies at dusk
And Dolly banners are raised
For the death of the corn
They're sealed and shining
With the True Love Knot
And who shall lie
At the death of the corn?
Rise, rise, rise
Shifting the shapes
That bleed the mountains
You tear apart my body
The Corn King dies
Has died, he dies
And is dying still
He shall rise again
And sink back into earth
And who will cry
At the death of the corn?
Rise, rise, rise
And who will cry?
(The summer sun dances)
And who shall die?
(The summer sun dances)
The death of the corn
Rebirth and reborn
And the True Love Knot is found
In the death of the corn
And the True Love Knot is bound
In the death of the corn
And the True Love Knot is crowned
In the death of the corn
05 Horsey (14:21)
Horses are riding into her arms
She lost her own way years ago
Her sister calls her from the far side of night
And she falls with that call
The only way out:
She tells me "I love you"
But it's only a game
So she slides from the silence
She's fixing a time
To move back into darkness;
Again with a smile
"Don't touch me - I'm falling"
She laughs in the night
"Don't catch me - I'll return
When the wheel comes around
You see we're all born to suffer
We're all born to fall
In the fading world
That calls us to Zero"
She touches my body;
I crouch up to die
Down the ramblers we're walking;
In Reykjavik, talking
She's reading a book
Finished years ago
She's tearing up paper - she's tearing up life
But she only starts thinking
When her blood is brown
Gold is the colour she promised to wear
But Christ's blood turns black
His body she bears
But she dipped him in water, and she blackened the faith.
It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face
And I don't want to touch you;
I don't want to lie
In the brownredgold slumber
That you've taken to ride
I remember I was thinking only of you
And I built you a playground,
It was built up with crosses.
But you wanted a valley
Where horse could run free
We knew it was over when you stammered out lies
It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire
It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood
It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack
It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding
We were listening to lions at Flantern with James
We were riding the trams to kneel at his wake
Though Christ is impaled through the Cross with His hands
You'd make your own gospel centred on hooves
Christ I was thinking of Your bended arm:
It is blue on the outside; it is blue on the inside
You said as you buckled, as if you would die:
There's no point in living.. there's no point in life
There's spit on the bridle: there's blood in the saddle
And you slip in the shit - you shat in yourself
And Christus is Equus - and Equus is floored
You follow in footsteps made by a flower
Then I wanted to touch you -
But you're destined to fall
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