Swans (The Angels of Light)
|1986||Public Castration Is a Good Idea||7.5/10|
|1987||Children of God||7/10|
|1987||The World of Skin - Blood, Women, Roses||4.5/10|
|1988||The World of Skin - Shame, Humility, Revenge||5/10|
|1989||The Burning World||5/10|
|1990||The World of Skin - Ten Songs for Another World||.../...|
|1991||White Light from the Mouth of Infinity||8/10|
|1992||Love of Life||6.5/10|
|1995||The Great Annihilator||6.5/10|
|1996||Soundtracks for the Blind||9/10|
|1998||Swans Are Dead||8/10|
|1998||The Body Lovers - The Body Lovers/The Body Haters||7.5/10|
|1999||The Angels of Light - New Mother||5.5/10|
|2001||The Angels of Light - How I Loved You||8/10|
|2003||The Angels of Light - Everything Is Good Here/Please Come Home||6.5/10|
|2005||The Angels of Light - Sing Other People||6.5/10|
|2007||The Angels of Light - We Are Him||7/10|
|2010||My Father Will Guide Me up a Rope to the Sky||5.5/10|
|2014||To Be Kind||6.5/10|
|2016||The Glowing Man||5.5/10|
Review last updated: November 30, -0001
Swans was probably one of my most expensive and impassioned rock music fixations. While I'm not as crazy about them as I used to be, I still strongly believe in their music and will still defend it.
Michael Gira's Swans introduced a number of powerful ideas into the head of the rock listener. Deeply rooted in the terrifying early releases is a desire to alienate and protest reality. The tragedies of Filth and Cop were pure concentrated agony and self-loathing, expressed through nauseous repetitive anti-structures. It is possible to interpret each of the early Swans traumas, as either a social satire shamefully depicting poverty in New York in the early eighties, or a psychological hellscape of a self-tortured individual. Filth particularly attacks many elements of traditional "masculinity" and gender roles. It is a nihilistic self-destruct button, the burden and shame and long-internalized suffering of the trapped industrial worker.
But, I could talk forever about early Swans' social and psychological significance, what I'd like to talk about now is the immediate physical affects of the music itself. I cannot recall just how many times Cop and Public Castration Is a Good Idea have made me sick to my stomach. These tormented cries create the claustrophobic mindscape of something going around, and around, and around. I find it ironic and sad that the famous "teeth" image of the Filth cover is turning into the Joy Division brainwave icon, an artifact of rock music used to turn it into a fashion statement. I hope any of the young kids compelled by the "badass with the teeth" actually trap themselves in this black hole of nihilistic nuance that is this body of work. It will do them some good.
You'd think this idea of a rock band (if it ever was one) would become dull or irrelevant after a few years, but it didn't. Somehow this physical presence turned into an Orwellian hypnosis with Christ-like figures, with Children of God. I've noticed two common interpretations of this album, the main one (really) is that this is a satire of organized religion, exaggerating the hypocrisies. The other less popular one is that this is a genuinely religious work, like a chapel painting or a hymn, and listeners often mistake it for satire or parody a la Residents or Frank Zappa. I've always thought of it as the satirical album, rather than the genuine album, but sometimes I find myself feeling otherwise. My only sure opinion is that it is not as good as Cop.
Swans had a brief glimpse of mainstream popularity (before the Seer 2012 craze) with The Burning World, their one and only album produced on a major record label (MCA Records). This is Michael Gira at his absolute worst. This album was a horrifying attempt to commercialize an incredibly forward-thinking group with pop songs, covers, and ballads. The only reason Swans caught the attention of MCA Records was for their unexpectedly popular cover of Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart". Oddly prophetic, is it not? Now they're performing a cover of "Can't Find My Way Home", and the suspiciously fashionable "God Damn the Sun" and "(She's a) Universal Emptiness". Michael Gira's one and only major-label album was a shitty album. It did not sell very well, and they were dropped from MCA Records. So, in 1987, independently, they put out a pretty good album, 1989, they somehow get a huge budget make a dud full of ballads, 1991, they get dropped and put out their best album at that point, using a drastic change in style.
White Light from the Mouth of Infinity had emerged from the rubble of the MCA Records signing. This album was colorful, not black and white arthouse the way something like Greed was, and it was suddenly a vivid composition, not a stale rock song but also not a monotonous dirge into despair. Gira's compositions had matured and flowered in a way they haven't before.
Love of Life, the sister album, was solid on its own, but unremarkable and often (deservedly) overshadowed by White Light. The sound had become less baroque and more atmospheric on The Great Annihilator, another neat-but-not-groundbreaking trope of gothic rock cliches.
In 1996, Swans achieved what I believe to be their masterpiece. I firmly conclude this is my second-favorite of all time, the intense, fragmented mindscape Soundtracks for the Blind. At this point, Gira had decided that Swans is to break up, after a final album and a final tour. Soundtracks is merely disguised a big cluster of ideas, a sink of sorts for scraps of the band's career. But, it is rather a revealing, honest search for meaning and closure, after the loss of a loved one. Many of the found voice recordings on here were taken from Gira's own mother and father. The woman talking about talking to a masturbating man on the phone is Jarboe's mother. This fragile emotional state was not only expressed through sound collage, but also through rich atmospheres, drones, soundscapes. "The Sound" and "Helpless Child" change the ideas of what a rock song is. Every track on this is rich, emotional, perfect.
1998 was the release of Swans Are Dead, the two-CD live album documenting the 1995 and 1997 tours. This is the perfect companion album to Soundtracks, but it is also incredibly forward-thinking on its own. Swans had long abandoned the dirge into despair, for the flowery atmospheres, but somehow this recording brings about a physical force that was absent for years. I highly recommend anyone unfamiliar with this group to listen to this before Soundtracks. The first disc, on its own, is incredible, captivating, and powerful, especially for being a live performance. The second disc (the majority of which is renditions from Soundtracks) is still enjoyable, but it does not match the power of the first.
And that was it. Gira had moved on to other projects. The most promising records to come from this period are The Body Lovers/The Body Haters recordings, and The Angels of Light How I Loved You. The Angels of Light is much more approachable than anything Swans did, as it is Gira at his midlest, and most sensitive.