Jonny Greenwood
Bodysong O.S.T.

A movie (which I haven't seen), a guitarist, a record. A record? More like something...

Meant to be the cornerstone of the film of the same name, this musical adventure feels crippled by the absence of images, everything blends in a confused, strange way; nothing specific sticks to mind; or maybe, everything does, but really everything, not the songs, but Bodysong in its entirety.
An artwork in my opinion either beautiful or completely futile. It depends. If you merely listen to the tracks on the CD, its only fate will be the trash bin. Otherwise, if you aim to live your life and imagine it with this musical background, you will have grasped the essence of the record. This is Greenwood's only mission, to pair thoughts with music.

Strangely, the principal instrument turns out to be the piano, accompanied by many electronic gadgets and little guitar. The atmospheres created vaguely remind one of Amnesiac; however, the sounds and noises are also inspired by dEUS and the greats of the past from Chopin to Satie. The experimentation reaches very high peaks, and the song form disappears swallowed by an ambitious and visionary work. To be experienced.
The music is difficult to remember, understand, appreciate fully. Yet it fascinates, captivates, strikes the heart.

This record will follow us everywhere, from the morning at work or school, to the evening in a venue or simply in our bed. And we will still be there asking ourselves: but is Bodysong a masterpiece or a futile attempt of experimentation for its own sake?
It matters little, this is a record meant to be lived, not listened to.