Another Green World
Produced by Brian Eno and Rhett
Davies, 1975.
Ahh, Another Green
World. So much has already been said about this album,
undeniably the most famous of Eno's rock albums, that I find it
difficult to add anything about it, contextually. It's a strange one
because it is over fifty percent ambient and instrumental, and the
"rock" pieces are generally mellow and good-natured. Gone, seemingly,
is the morbid "scaramouche" of Here
Come the Warm Jets;
here Eno sings (when he sings) about kindness, fascination, and the
futility of language.
At first glance, songs like "I'll
Come Running" and "Everything Merges With The Night" seem like the
closest to love songs Brian can wrest out of his black little soul;
but rationalism prevails. They're pretty tunes, transcendently so,
but far be it from Eno to write about something so trite and
one-dimensional as love.
THE SONGS:
- "Sky Saw"
In the film Dogs in Space the opening tones of this song
ring out whenever one of the punk characters is seducing some
girl. I can kind of understand this -- the chilly sensuality of
Robert Fripp's incredibly treated "sky saw guitar" gets me pretty
riled up. The first evidence that Eno has taken a new direction,
with far richer bass, drum, synth, and vocal interaction. Yes,
that really is THE Phil Collins on drums -- remember back
when he was a musician? And John Cale joins in late with the
viola, kind of slicing through things like a sharper scalpel to
Fripp's serrated knife. The vocals take a back seat here, a
paradigm both in form and content for the rest of the album; they
don't happen till two-thirds of the way through the song, and they
are sparse -- four lines of double-tracked harmony (or perhaps
more). Most notably, very few people notice that there are words
being chanted/bleated in the background. Eric Tamm very kindly
provides them for us, for they are not present in the More
Dark Than Shark lyric sheets:
mau mau starter ching ching dada
daughter daughter dumpling data
pack and pick the ping pong starter
carter carter go get carter (etc.)
...Supposedly. I still can't
hear what is being said, which is Eno's intention. You are
supposed to forget lyrical meaning as being important, and if
anything, concentrate soley on them as sounds, as different
instrumental elements. (See "1/2" of Music For
Airports.)
- "Over Fire Island"
A real showcase of the fretless basswork of the peerless Percy
Jones, and some real beautiful, restrained, arty work from Phil
Collins, all taps and sly asides on the cymbals. Eric Tamm goes to
town with Music theory here, which I won't go into; I don't know
it. Basically, it's short, and it's clever, and it gets you in the
mood.
- "St. Elmo's Fire"
Oh, such a crowd-pleaser, and for such good reason. Eno tells you
not to listen to his lyrics, then he writes such a lyrical gem as
this one. Most of the people who have crushes on Eno cite this
song as one of the reasons why. My friend Celeste (who is free of
Eno crushes) is nonetheless enamored of the line "And we saw St.
Elmo's Fire/Splitting ions in the ether". It really is beautiful.
Eno plays a lot on this song; it's very tonal, letting the vocal
carry the melody. This could easily have been an instrumental
without losing any of the impact -- but jeepers, it's cute. It has
a lovely guitar solo, too.
- "In Dark Trees"
"Nothing happens, but there is always a lot to hear." (Tamm, pg.
124) I could not have said it better myself. Eno plays all the
instruments here, and his restrained guitar playing, meticulous,
as if worried that something might show through, is very nice. The
melodic line he plays veers just short of making a Big Emotional
Statement; almost as if he is playing slightly out of tune. No
fulfillment is to be sought here. This is Buddha music, purely
contemplative.
- "The Big Ship"
I can tell that he made this song with a little drum machine and
synthesizer. It's a lot more melodically pure than "In Dark
Trees"; he plays some true majors and minors here, sounds like to
me (please don't hit me too hard if I'm wrong). The guitar is
nicely treated here, too. He understands a great truth used to
effect by bands like Sonic Youth, Ride, and My Bloody Valentine;
with enough effects and treatments, your simple guitar riffs sound
majestic, special, monumental.
- "I'll Come Running"
Another sentimental favorite -- really Eno's only love song, and
very few can argue that it pretty much is, as platonic or as
masochistic as it may seem to the cynical. It's poppy, it's goofy,
it's sweet, it's ripe for karaoke. The re-recorded version of this
song, from the Dali's Car album, goes a bit further into
this pain and submission thing, to a hilarious degree; Eno sure
knows how to have fun with himself...
- "Another Green World"
More instrumental than ambient, the song is a lovely showcase for
the soaring tones of Robert Fripp's guitar and the kind of unison
playing that Eno refers to as "the perfect replica of a Jackson
Pollack" -- that is, something that seems effortless, and the
perfect copy of that, and the grand tension that arises in the
observer when experiencing the two at once. Tiny -- only a few
seconds long -- but perfect, it could have gone on for an hour
that way without losing any of its impact.
- "Sombre Reptiles"
One of my favorite songs on this album! Really very much like
Music For Films... a real "imaginary landscape"... I
picture driving in a car, it's dusk, you're just leaving a big
city and a few drops of rain spatter the windshield. You are the
passenger, in the back seat, your head's at a funny angle, but you
don't move for fear of spoiling the moment. (perhaps I should say
something about the quality of the music, but I can't -- here the
impression is more important -- the fact that such an inner
landscape is possible, even inevitable, is all that I feel I need
to express.)
- "Little Fishes"
Another tiny gem. Tamm goes on at length about the structure and
texture of the work (pp. 126-7), so I won't repeat him too much.
Indeed this is music that draws its inspiration from the organic,
the chaotic, breaking away from the rigidity of song form or
rhythm. In this very fluidity comes a static form -- again, this
could go on for hours.
- "Golden Hours"
Am I getting repetitive when I say that this is yet another great
song? Eno sings again, another fine offhanded lyric that sounds
deliberated over for weeks. Contains one of my favorite lines, too
-- "Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled." A far cry from the
cocksure young freak of the first two albums, but it also fits in
-- Eno's never been one to trumpet his joy about school's out, a
great pair of blue jeans, etc. A song about being tired, confused,
and immobilized. The beat threatens to pick up when it's nearly
done, but it's just a tease. Put your head back onto the
pillow.
- "Becalmed"
Foreground or background? Doesn't matter... close listening is
rewarded with rich vibrating timbre, and having it on behind makes
lovely music for dinner, resting, or watching nature videos. A
real attack on rock and roll, in the eyes of some reviewers. There
was not enough to go on -- no vox, almost no recognizable
instruments, no goal for the music to reach. It simply sits there
and creates spaces. Drove people batty.
- "Zawinul/Lava"
Simply gorgeous... The result of group improvisation in the
studio, everyone works hard at restraining themselves, and the
result is very pure and clear. Five guys play eight instruments
and Eno treats them, and a beautiful wordless story develops. Over
before you know it's begun.
- "Everything Merges With the
Night"
So who is this "Rosalie" character? Quite the lucky one... This
song is plainly erotic, if in the most rarified way -- Eno's
sensuality seems to be universal, he turns his back on no
delicious experience but integrates it all into a single vision, a
single expression of delight. Tamm describes this song as being
like "Jimi Hendrix in slow motion" (pg 121) and upon close
listening, I can completely follow this logic. A very nice song to
listen to with someone you dig, or when you feel agitated. It's
difficult to listen to this song without unwinding and ceasing to
worry.
- "Spirits Drifting"
This song is also onMusic for Films, and is another of
the "almost ambient but not quite" pieces on here. If it were
twenty minutes long, perhaps it would be ambient. Right now, it's
just moody, introverted, like the night falling and the moon
coming out from behind the trees.
The
lyrics and the album cover, off
site at EnoWeb
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