I've been writing about instrumental, experimental, and electronic music for over a decade. In 2017 I decided to chronologically go through the "1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die" list, taking individual notes on each one, whether I liked it or not. So besides my regular recommendations of the modern marvels, you may see a few cringe words on some albums that I wish I'd never heard. Follow the journey along!
Well, I didn't like the second Scott Walker album, and it would be a stretch to say that his fourth is any different. Musically there is nothing for me here. He might as well be sing-rhyming an incomprehensible verse to the tune of over-the-top orchestral arrangements of baroque pop. I suppose there was not much to be inspired by for Scott in 1969 if he can make a record about "bicycle bells" and "Rembrandt swells". C'mon, seriously, do we need a song about Joseph Stalin? I suppose it would have been better if Walker sang in a language that I couldn't understand, like Jacques Brel's French repertoire. At least it would have been somewhat mysterious, versus the mind demolishing "Angels of Ashes / will give back your passions / again and again / their light shafts / will reach through the darkness / and touch you my friend." To avoid hating on this too much, and accidentally insulting some of you on here, who for one reason or another connect with this, I'm just going to sign off...