I’m convinced that Trembling Bells are one of
the best bands currently active, and possibly of all time. This post aims to
convince you too.
Recently, the group released their latest album, ‘The
Sovereign Self’. Many right-thinking people, I’m sure, would describe this
record as ‘long-awaited’. Trembling Bells began in a burst of prolific activity
– three majestic albums in as many years. The fact that one of their finest
songs (‘Goathland’) appeared early in the band’s life on a sampler CD but only
made its official, more polished bow on the third record suggests that tunes
may have been pouring out of the band’s chief songwriter – and drummer/vocalist
– Alex Nielsen, even as he was nailing down the sound he wanted to achieve.
And the sound is… Well. On the surface, you might call it
folk-rock. Or, to borrow a more recent term, you might hear ‘psyche-folk’ in
it. It’s all of that and more besides. It mixes not only genres, but ideas,
personalities. While the folk influence may well be the over-riding feature –
or perhaps just the most convenient tag – everything about how the band
operates unglues any idea of a ‘trad’ approach, instead focusing firmly on the
present and future.
One reason for this is the key personalities involved. To
start with Alex N – he is upfront about how certain folk luminaries – Shirley
Collins, Martin Carthy – helped him to form his musical character. But in
essence, I feel AN is a jazz drummer
– a quality that already sets the Bells apart. Somehow making me think of both
Billy Higgins and Paul Motian – among others – at the same time, he can keep a
rocking beat with the best of them, but seems to use the kit as much for colour
and embellishment, helping the song along like you might a hoop with a drumstick.
His playing never settles – it’s always doing more, finding new ways to support
the song without over-dominating.
(Meshing genres in this way – not to create a
bolted-together fusion but more to alter the ‘fabric’ of the overall sound – is,
to me, a sign of forward-thinking creativity. It seems quite suited to
freestyle drumming – listen to how Brann Dailor lifts the sound of the metal
band Mastodon – or, to give another example, there’s also the sadly short-lived
way Portico Quartet constructed a kind of alien ethereal jazz by making an instrument
called the hang a fundamental feature of their music.)
AN’s lyrics also pull the Bells away from folk cliché,
often fixed in the personal realm and with a very current sense of time and place: "Killing time in Clerkenwell"; "When Lou Reed and Lauren Bacall / Defeated Asterix the Gaul"; "Tilt towards the A61"...
Main vocalist and keyboard player, Lavinia Blackwall, has
a truly exceptional voice, and the
perfect voice for the band. Able to scale angelic heights, she can then assume
a more earthbound/earthy tone at no notice, simultaneously breaking hearts,
lifting spirits and loosening collars: you can hear this effect in the chorus
of ‘Goathland’ – try around 2:30 to 2:40.
With this much going on, it’s perhaps
easy to see why Trembling Bells have too many ideas for one band. AN and LB
have previous form in an improvising duo called Directing Hand, and AN
unleashes the fury in a free jazz trio called Death Shanties – possibly unique
in that, alongside drums and saxophone, one member creates abstract art
spontaneously while they play – matching a moment of visual creation to the
instantly-composed music. AN and LB also both sing, alongside Katy Cooper and Harry Campbell of
traditional troupe Muldoon’s Picnic, in a mostly unaccompanied quartet called
Crying Lion.
(Digression: I adore Crying Lion, and
I urge you to get their LP, ‘The Golden Boat’ – somehow more mystery-soaked
than the main band, the mix of voices, which blend and yet remain four distinct
characters, creates shiver-down-the-spine stuff. Singing stereotypes are not
followed: the ‘softer’ voices are Katy C and Alex N – who often openly downplays
his singing ability, but in fact has a fragile timbre but solid technique, a
tender line cosseted by the others; Lavinia B provides some of the grit to
match Harry C’s lower register. In its own, quietly forceful way, Crying Lion’s
ancient acoustic is confrontational, challenging and rewarding. Recommended.)
They also have a knack of working with
their heroes and influences. The band have an ongoing live partnership with
Incredible String Band veteran Mike Heron, and they collaborated across an
entire – superb – album called ‘The Marble Downs’ with Bonnie Prince Billy. So,
rather than writer’s block or some other kind of creative freeze, in the four years since previous Bells album ‘The Constant Pageant’ it’s a wonder they’ve
found time to make ‘The Sovereign Self’ at all. Let alone make it a
masterpiece.
With eight fairly lengthy tracks, one
of the most pleasing aspects of the new record is how the sound seems fit to
burst, pushing against its constraints – as if the Bells had found a way to reflect
or symbolise their broiling stew of elements in audio form. In the past, say,
the debut album ‘Carbeth’ stretched out in new-born eccentricity (I still
believe that its first track, ‘I Listed All The Velvet Lessons’, is one of the great opening statements by any
band), while the next two records arguably saw them hone this tendency into a
sharper attack.
With ‘The Sovereign Self’, they somehow find the meeting point between all that has gone before – the epics return, but with multiple strands and sections – and a kind of fearless, complex all-out rock that sees them take a flying leap forward.
With ‘The Sovereign Self’, they somehow find the meeting point between all that has gone before – the epics return, but with multiple strands and sections – and a kind of fearless, complex all-out rock that sees them take a flying leap forward.
Close listening reaps all kinds of
rewards. For example, one of my favourite tracks, ‘O, Where Is Saint George?’,
starts with the chorus chanted above a free-form swell of sound, before the
country-rock shuffle of the verses kicks in. But then, when the chorus returns,
a ritualistic rhythm pounds beneath it … and finally, the third time, they
somehow attach the verses’ loping beat to the chorus, binding the whole shebang
together.
Possibly the most thrilling signature
touch in the whole album for me comes right near the end, in the rollicking
closer ‘I Is Someone Else’. The song rattles along at a terrific clip, with
Lavinia B’s vocal line gradually rising a couple of times in each verse until
she arrives at one of those ‘release’ notes – that is, the exact pitch you’ve somehow
been wanting her to reach. Just before that point, Alex N’s drumming switches
for no more than a bar or so to half-speed. The effect is of the band standing
back in appreciation of the voice – a split-second inner “Woah!” – before the
top note triggers them into picking the pace back up in an instant. A seemingly
casual detail that makes the song so much more powerful.
It’s tempting to describe all of the other six tracks as
fellow highlights. I could mention ‘The Singing Blood’, which has a sort of
halting resolve that puts me in mind of the first Palace Brothers album (what
greater compliment?). There’s ‘Killing Time in London Fields’, which uses organ
and guitar first to match riffs, then dovetail two hooks within each other, and
on top of all that, literally stop the clocks mid-verse. I’ll let you discover
the other half of the album for yourself.
Luckily for me, the band’s latest tour included three
London dates. First up was a two-night residency at Café Oto to celebrate the
album launch. Some superb guests were lined up across the two evenings, which
only goes to show how much the respect Trembling Bells pay towards other
artist-influences is returned. Particular high points for me were hearing
Alasdair Roberts play a beautiful set on night one, then the following evening to
see Martin Carthy – yes, I know – ten feet away in the same spot, holding the
audience spellbound.
But the main event – both at the residency and the
follow-up gig in 229 The Venue a few weeks later – are unquestionably the Bells
themselves. Always playing ‘forward’ – in the set proper, we get just one
‘oldie’, most of the new record and an even younger, spectacular track called ‘The Wide Majestic Aire’ – they harness, replicate then ramp up the
controlled chaos into a riotous swirl.
If you like thrilling, thinking music, Trembling Bells
are absolutely made for you. Catch them live, then give into that irresistible
impulse to buy the album at the merch stand. It’ll be a hardy companion.
PS! While I realise you might need a full-time manservant
to keep up with all the band’s activities on your behalf, one extra-curricular
release you shouldn’t miss is the special single made for this year’s Record
Store Day. The 7” physical copies are still around here and there, but limited
– however, both songs are available on download. ‘Hallelujah’ – not that one –
is a brilliant and concise hybrid of folk mantra and pop song (ace as it is, you
can see why it might not have felt like a natural fit for the album), while the
flipside is a soaring cover of George Harrison’s ‘Wah Wah’. Any argument needed
for keeping the single alive? – Here it is.
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