New York's musician Tom Krell debuted his project How to Dress Well
on Love Remains (Lefse, 2010), a collection of
slow-motion ballads sung in an androgynous falsetto that seem to crawl
slowly out of a drug addict's devastated psyche.
The spectral lullaby You Hold The Water plows a
skinny voodoo beat and shrill electronic drones.
The extent of psychic devastation is revealed by
Ready For The World, in which the agonizing lament is
swimming in a digital soundscapea of
stuttering bass lines and catatonic beats
like a solitary castaway adrift in a shoreless ocean;
and, in fact, after a few mermaid calls the keyboards intones a sedate version of Suicide's threnodies.
Can't See My Own Face and
My Body are so spartan and ethereal (with the most trivial of beats)
that their atmosphere borders on abstract psychedelia.
Lover's Start replaces the beats with the looped riff of an electric
guitar while the vocals similarly loop around a dilated melody.
Suicide Dream 2 and
Suicide Dream 1
dispose with the beats altogether, and the vocals'
ecstatic noir approaches a very advanced stage of neurosis.
The duet of Decicions, however, seems to reference ancient exotic
ceremonies and a twisted form of spirituality.
A bit of relief comes from the ambient piano lied Escape Before The Rain,
in which Krell seems to come to term with his own madness.
On the more lively side of things,
a casually strummed guitar accompanies
an almost Beach Boys-esque melody
in You Won't Need Me Where I'm Goin,
and the stomping electronic blues of Walking This Dumb (a standout)
duets with the sounds of alien nature.
However, it is telling that Krell doesn't do much with the most dance-oriented
rhythms (Date Of Birth, Endless Rain,
Mr By & By).
The songs are deliberately produced like bedroom music,
peppered with the hiss and static of analog LPs
(to reflect the artist's damaged stat of mind?)
Krell is the Nick Drake of post-dubstep pop-soul music.
Love Remains as a collection of
lo-fi soul ballads, but the EP Just Once (Love Letters, 2011)
boasted an almost baroque sound by his standards.
The production was almost exactly the opposite of "lo-fi" on
Total Loss (Acephale, 2012).
Its intimate atmosphere is set by the
funereal, subaquatic and almost gothic When I Was in Trouble,
"embellished" with terrifying electronic sounds.
The swampy rhythm and the sophisticated arrangements that blow life into
Cold Nites ruin that magic, but at the same time they create a totally
a music that seamlessly bridges trip-hop and Enya.
If the dreamy and ethereal Say My Name or Say Whatever belongs more to
the latter than the former (albeit augmented with the minimalist repetition of
a Steve Reich-ian piano), the former, or a deformed variant of the former,
imbues much of the rest without enough inspiration or emotion to sustain the
interest. The material is weak: sometimes Krell sounds
too neurotic (Set It Right, with an oceanic crescendo che could have made
it the anthem of the album) and sometimes naively
derivative (the Michael Jackson-ian & It Was U?)
There are really two albums in
What Is This Heart? (Weird World, 2014): one is about the vocals and
the lyrics, which is mildly entertaining because of Krell's vocal skills
but mostly derivative and yawn-inspiring,
and the other one is about the soundscapes created by the electronic
arrangements (a collaborative effort with producer Rodaidh McDonald).
As far as the first album goes,
2 Years On and especially See You Fall stretch his ductile falsetto to the limit, but Krell's lethargic crooning is more a weapon of mass
destruction than an asset.
As far as the second album goes, the zenith is
the single Face Again, littered with sound effects and backed by distorted backing vocals (and never mind the cheesy refrain),
but there are several other attempts at sculpting outside the box, such as the
neoclassical symphonic strings in Pour Cyril.
The catchy Precious Love (that borrows the beat from Beyonce's "Irreplaceable") disposes with the vocal hystrionics, minimizes the production effects,
and ends up being the hit du jour.
Too many of the songs are filler.
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