Monday, January 24, 2011

#24 The Smell of Rape

Crumb's music is overmuch literal. Forget about war. Open the windows so you don't smell napalm. Here you have primary, elemental fears.

The electric insects can lacerate your ears but that's only the visible crust. Deep below, there's something worse. Something you don't want to talk about, think about, hear about. Silence. Like if the movement is never really over.

Composer: George Crumb
Work: Black Angels, I. Departure
Recording: Kronos Quartet

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