Uneasy Listening From The Future
I don’t know shit about French film but I do know shit about H.G. Wells cuz I read him (lots!) when I was a younger person and what I know is this: H. G. Wells didn’t play a note but he still has something in common with St. Vincent and that is THE FUTURE.
He wrote about it, and St. Vincent, she’s from it.
You think I’m joking and you, obviously, have not been listening to Annie Clark, (aka St. Vincent) who doesn’t have as cool a name as Diamanda Galas but is just as sinister. Annie Clark unleashes waves of plangent electromagnetic energy that interrupts the reflex arc which is to say, her music is nerve-wracking and is not of this time or even of this world. That’s her genius. More often than not in a Clark composition, there is an underlying anxiety lurking ghost-like in the periphery. In the title track, for example, the track is built around Clark’s plush, lullaby voice, but the rhythmic flow conveys a feeling of finiteness. Death, even.
Strange Mercy is subdued, beautiful, often creepy, and ahead of most everything else being made, sound wise.