Donnerstag, 28. Dezember 2006
"Dream Pop" ist keine adäquate Bezeichnung
rabe489, 20:13h
"Dead Can Dance", "This Mortal Coil", vor allem die "Cocteau Twins", viele Musiker des 4AD-Labels und andere Gruppen und Personen werden von zwei Melody Maker - Journalisten hilflos zum "Dream Pop" gezählt. So einfach ist das nicht. Die Musik der Cocteau Twins war in ihrem Ausdruck immer selbstvernichtend und suizidal. Die Weiterentwicklung der New Wave Ende der 80er Jahre zum Phänomen dieser "Suffer Wave" , leidend an der Poesiefeindlichkeit, an der Welt, am Dasein als Ganzem, ist am reinsten verkörpert in der Entwicklungslosigkeit der Musik der "Cocteau Twins", während "Dead Can Dance" sehr viel diesseitiger geblieben ist. Die erste Besprechung der Cocteau Twins in Spex ungefähr 1982 endet mit den Worten zur Band: "Nicht lebensfähig". Die Spießer der SPEX hatten zugeschlagen; seitdem weigere ich mich dieses Blatt zu lesen.
Cocteau Twins: Seekers Who are Lovers
Lyrics:
Brush by gracefully
A love as big as a risk
Fills you up
And you can't look on
The breath of god in my mouth
A love you can taste
God get some paste
He and I, breath to breath
Clothed in saliva
Healing thru your arm
I cant stop hungering for the worst
I forgot the use
My head fall out the sky
And crashed into my palms
Jesus God valentine
Love
On the tip of it
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
So sweet
You are a woman just as you are a man
Creeping on the Gas
Is a magic love, like,
Like a Flights, clouded peak
I was choking on the blood
Whose camouflages, lack of soul
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Kneeling by the harm
Which is promising the way
His poor essence, under the truth
love and heart polish itself
I slid my heels but slowly ran
So send Lucifer into hell
Cocteau Twins: Seekers Who are Lovers
Lyrics:
Brush by gracefully
A love as big as a risk
Fills you up
And you can't look on
The breath of god in my mouth
A love you can taste
God get some paste
He and I, breath to breath
Clothed in saliva
Healing thru your arm
I cant stop hungering for the worst
I forgot the use
My head fall out the sky
And crashed into my palms
Jesus God valentine
Love
On the tip of it
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
So sweet
You are a woman just as you are a man
Creeping on the Gas
Is a magic love, like,
Like a Flights, clouded peak
I was choking on the blood
Whose camouflages, lack of soul
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Kneeling by the harm
Which is promising the way
His poor essence, under the truth
love and heart polish itself
I slid my heels but slowly ran
So send Lucifer into hell
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