Saturday, August 30, 2008

There Will Be Blood


Here's another bit of music I heard recently and have fallen in love with it. The review in another form will appear shortly in BT More. Here's the unedited version.


Johnny Greenwood- There will be Blood

If Thom Yorke is Radiohead’s resident genius, then Johnny Greenwood has to be the band’s secret weapon. He is one of the best English guitar players to emerge from the Nineties, along with Blur’s Graham Coxon. But if the latter is a pop stylist par excellence, the former is an auteur of the instrument, equally capable of ballsy riffing and getting weird sounds that you wouldn’t believe could be coaxed out of an electric guitar. However, Greenwood’s musical palette far outstrips anything that he’s done to date with Radiohead. Following Greenwood’s stint as BBC’s in-house composer in 2005, director Paul Anderson approached him to score his epic oil movie There Will Be Blood. Now scoring a film is not your average rockstar gig. Not only does it call for a certain cinematic sensibility of mood and tone, but also economy and setting. This breathtakingly bleak score delivers on all these counts, and in spades. If There Will Be Blood is about wide open spaces, loneliness and the heart of darkness of a ruthless man, then the soundtrack echoes it with grand orchestral sweeps of cellos and violins and counterpoint melodies which get under your skin and haunt relentlessly. On viewing the film, one is as struck by the moments of silence as by the music. Running at a sparse thirty-something minutes, you can listen to the soundtrack at one sitting and be stunned by it. Opening with the grave vistas of Open Spaces scored for cello and violin, the piece draws the listener in with its glissandos (the music sliding from one pitch to another) - it’s the musical equivalent of seeing a blood red sunrise over a vast desert landscape. Then the strident, staccato cellos of Future Markets arrive, with restless plucked violin strings acting as a counterpoint to a raging string section. The emotion is occasionally relieved by pieces of such beauty as Hope of New Fields, where violins create a mood of heartbreaking beauty. Greenwood reserves the bleakest soundscapes for the central pieces of Henry Plainview and There Will Be Blood. In the former, an unrelenting character study of the cold, ruthless oilman, the strings fade in from the middle distance like a squadron of fighter planes, building on sound and fury only to crash like a gigantic wave and retreat. Thereafter, the track becomes a succession of long held notes blowing like the barren soul of Henry Plainview. There Will Be Blood builds similarly, and then becomes a spiraling landscape of noise where furiously sawed violins and cellos battle for space, creating sonic mayhem. Greenwood shows his indebtedness to such path breaking 20th century Classical composers as the Polish composer Krzysztof Penderecki and Frenchman Oliver Messiaen. This is a work of a profoundly gifted musician.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Hellborg Lane and The Vinayakrams- PARIS


Although largely unnoticed by the mainstream media, last Sunday bass genius Jonas Hellborg and Carnatic percussionist V Selvaganesh performed an intimate and brilliant set at Tabula Rasa at Delhi’s Square One mall. While the venue was quite a disaster and the audience largely intent on socializing than listening to the duo, the musicians themselves didn’t disappoint. Laying down impossibly funky grooves and improvising freely on a semi-acoustic bass and the kanjira, the performance went a long way to show just how much can be accomplished by widening the melodic scope of what was essentially the rhythm section. Coming at the end of a month long six-city tour, by the time Selvaganesh and Hellborg performed here they were firing on all cylinders and were clearly reveling in each other’s musical company. This isn’t of any real surprise if you consider the fact that the two have been playing together as a part of various ensembles for more than a decade now.

But before I get to the meat of the performance in another post, I want to talk about a concert DVD that I watched Sunday afternoon as a sort of preparatory exercise before seeing the two musicians. The DVD in question is Paris, documenting the first show of a tour that Hellborg undertook in 2001 with the late guitarist Shawn Lane, Selvaganesh, ghatak player Umashankar and Carnatic Classical vocalist Umamahesh. Being primarily a rock kid with an affection for three minute pop songs I approach fusion music with a degree of cynicism and suspicion, but sitting through the concert- in which the shortest song clocks in at nine and a half minutes, and the longest at a little over twenty minutes- was a mesmerizing experience. Both Hellborg and Lane are highly respected fusion musicians in their respective instruments, but they definitely deserve greater renown. Especially Hellborg. Going by what he played, I’m inclined to believe all the talk of Hellborg being the biggest jaw-dropping player of the four-stringed instrument. Moonlighting at various stages of their career as heavy metal stylists, both Lane and Hellborg do not shy away from rhythmic ferocity, but never at the cost of sheer musicality and taste. Indeed, Lane has the chops and the speed to put most virtuosos to shame, and he does so effortlessly, grimacing with concentration and occasionally smiling like a happy bear. Through it all, he chain smokes. Using effects to double track his guitar lines, a strange sound emerges. Not only does it seem that there are two guitars playing, sometimes it seems as if the guitar is dueling with a Carnatic violin. Hellborg, the leader of the group, revels in his role of being the funky backbone to the music, and the times that he breaks out in little bursts of whirlwind legato playing its fascinating to watch. For those who think of the bass as a cumbersome instrument, look at Hellborg’s playing for effortless dexterity. Again, his contribution to the sound is totally musical.

Which brings us to the three Indian musicians, who are, actually brothers. Selvaganesh and his Kanjira (a smaller version of the dafli) are the best known of the three, and the range of sounds that he generates with his complex polyrythms is breathtaking. Not only does it occasionally thunder like a rock drum, it includes passages of such delicacy, that you have to hear it to believe it. A much more subdued sonic presence is that of his brother Umamahesh. The sound of the ghatak, though is unmistakable, and the brothers, in tandem with Hellborg, create a intricate and powerful rhythm section. As opposed to purist Indian classical music, Hellborg’s bass gives the sound a heavy bottom, which thankfully, sounds completely integrated with the music. The percussionists delight in their scatty conversation in Leal Souvenir. Over all this glides Lane’s fantastic guitar. Exquisite music, if a tad overlong.