"HOPE FOR ME, I HOPE FOR YOU"

and now to pay respects to the respect receptacle magnet that is Scott 3. Scott Walker was a pop singer in the 60s, in the band the walker brothers. but eventually he was like, na, i wanna make really cool music in my own way. so he unleashed a series of four albums (scotts 1-4), 3 being the focus of this writing and my personal favourite. 

clouds of harshly dissonant orchestral sound float on top of bittersweet ballads. song structures meander, covering key upon key full of ideas in a smaller amount of minutes. lyrics warmly speak of fantasy, dreams, nostalgia. "that's what i want - a new shot at life". it pulls you into a world. it's appropriate that the album cover is a wet eye because you will surely cry.

the interesting thing about scott walker is that he is still making great music. not only that, but his music has gotten progressively weirder. i have often wondered why pop stars get more boring at making music as they get old (see other 60s people - bob dylan, paul mccartney, rolling stones, etc), and i think it's because they just aren't what one would call the reel deel. for such dealings in unassailable reelness one must travel to scott walker's house. rooibos in hand, he will sit you down and sing "butterfly" softly into an orifice of your choosing. 

the last three songs are english versions of songs by Jacques Brel, who will surely make his own appearance on the peacefork scene soon if his dead self is lucky.

torrent it

// pjap