2024-03-20 17:01:03
Post Death Industrial, Power Drone Noise…und Ethereal Wave Pop? The Body offer This Fig with Orchards of a Futile Heaven a stage, but above all they also gain their own insights from the fabulous collaboration.
As is so often the case (no, actually more correctly: most of the time!), the martyrdom of Chip King and Lee Buford is once again more impressive in cooperation mode than when left alone The Body-Handling.
Because, on the one hand, she is a Berliner by choice and a perceived niche insider tip sensation The Fig aka Felicia Chen through the spotlight of The Body not only appeared on the local musical radar (where, for example, The Bug collaboration In Blue immediately leaves positive impressions), but she also allows her electronic synth experiments to thrive in the harsh environment all the more compassionately, which in turn is the direct opposite The Body even with vocals beyond the sharp shouting (which is still present, but sparingly dosed and works like a well-balanced vocal contrast) a – Attention, please understand absolutely relative! – brings comparatively accessible wholesomeness and even rudimentary tangible beauty.
Orchards of a Futile Heaven creates its tensions in the dark, gloomy fascination of this astonishingly ideally harmonious ambivalent friction over a profound atmosphere in such a captivating, interactively beneficial way that, with the exception of the seamlessly flowing final third of the record, all stages of the shared dystopia are even longer more exhaustive, should have been exhausted: the potential of the constellation This Fig and The Body ultimately appears considerable, even if, strictly speaking, the current boundaries are only partially behind the horizon of indispensable associations such as Pharmakon or Chelsea Wolfe be provoked and possibly only joint live trade fairs promise to adequately implement the creative capacity of the partnership.
This is also how the synergy results Orchards of a Futile Heaven However, a round, fulfilling whole, whose individual facets, when put together homogeneously, sometimes subversively, sometimes superficially, cultivate a real spiritual catharsis in the perceived hellmouth.
Eternal Hours is distorted by the distortion in slow motion, Chen’s fine singing first stutters in a seductively engaging way, then finds a spherically engaging track in a downright meditative track and is counteracted by King’s monotonous screaming, but in this way it fits even better into the nightmarish ambient, conjuring up a melancholic quality Brutality of hypnotic transcendence. How Björk in a nightmare? To Walk a Higher Path In any case, it pulsates with a similar dynamic, like pain under anesthesia, holding the cradle of ethereal grace and underlying aggressiveness, where Dissent, Shame reverently dreaming, bittersweet choral waves slide into an uncomfortable, post-apocalyptic, oppressive scenario and are the first vehement climax to condense with anachronistic retrofuturism.
And after the title song a ritualistic seduction of the The Body-Trademarks in a passionate supplication, and the naturalistic silence of devotion Holy Lance with powerful, patient eruptions, runs Orchards of a Futile Heaven (significantly over the two longest numbers on the record) finally reached top form.
It lasts almost ten minutes and doesn’t leave you bored for a second Coils of Kaa meanders in a trance pulsating and This Fig sings like her body is, well, from The Body obsessed, the Cinemascope becomes more and more imposing and powerful, triumphing on a sluggish drone metal plateau where Back to the Water throughout the course of the album, the guitars reverberate like unpleasant scar tissue in a sea of abstract samples that only appear at critical points, requesting a painful ballad, a sacred fever dream of feedback and Sighs.
In this respect it is not the case that Orchards of a Futile Heaven would leave the impression of a warm-up exercise – the narrative is too complete for that, the basic vision is too compellingly summarized, the result is too intense. But like most people The Body-Collaborations, however, the impression remains that the button in the respective constellation could only really work overwhelmingly on the second attempt.
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