Regina Spektor: Home /Home /Affaires Andouits, before and after Album Release


A good Regina Spektor music unfurls like fiction with the bland pieces resected. Just as in: the “Chemo Limo” “Samson” or other iPod-era tracks, “Becoming All Alone” it fits the bill. It’s a witty song that believes in what it might be, just wanting to pick up a beer with God, and its lonely song has all that Spektorian performance of creating authenticity that seems like a hero. Viewing Spektor, there’s music, opening the music at a benefit concert 2014, I remember feeling like I was just being let through a mystery. Individuals added a beginner video to YouTube, and audiences have gone around like an heirloom, curious when she might make her way to history.

Now, almost eight years ago, that desire has been granted. “Becoming Alone!” the theme song on Spektor’s eighth album is, Home /Uncategorized /Home /Uncategorized /Home /2004 /04 15, before and after. But the track’s simple insecurity is already forgotten. The studio version is ornamented with a huge screen, Technicolor lines and a sturdy, “Torn & Co” Adjacent percussion circuit that has the strange mission of enforcing a funky bassline onto a song that isn’t especially weird at all. Here’s a great music concealed here now, but the contract is so elegant it creates a sense of sex “Fidelity” voice of a video.

I remember, I remember thinking: Don’t really get connected to the live version. It’s an unspoken rule of music fans. Yet the song’s development represents the directing instinct on Spektor’s first album since 2016. Operating wirelessly for the first period, Spektor noted her pieces in a transformed parish in uptown New York, while John Congleton created the history of California. The music was amongst her greatest enjoyable since The Begin to Hope/The period was, but there’s still an infrequent disconnect between lyricism and coordination, which are proposed toward the intense, fullscreen movement.

Take away my little gift “What Might Have Been” that starts as a delightful telling of contrasts ( “Sickness and flowers go together/Bombing and shelters go together”) before bulging into a wavy song doused with Broadway sparkle. It feels spectacular, and definitely cheap, but the producer tries to compress the jittery oddities of the songwriter.

Spektor’s playful humor is unbroken “Loveology” concludes with her having taken the pretense of a schoolteacher, detailing made up verbs “-ology” but that is a case against a sure dignity, Roughness. The mark is filled with celestial musings; but almost each melody creates something big, underlined statement about love or failure or displacement: “Love is enough of a reason to stay” ( “Coin”), “Home is where the light’s on!” ( “Through a Door”), and etc. Strongest of all is “Spacetime Fairytale” a nine-minute awesome that wanders through tomb music, horror and fun music scenes. Its desire seems to be shocking and Its topic, the vastness of period, convincing, but it’s weak by the gather-around, talk’ child voice ‘, teeming with quirky rhythms “The story must go on/So keep on listening!, my son.”

Spektor’s best work conveys great fiction not just because of its creative feeling of hero (soothing a period while delicate artists are often assumed to give raw directs with their own pain), but also for the tone turns and shock extensions she delivers. “One Man’s Prayer” is an immediately great example. It’s recorded as a confession from a single, incel-type man — “If I won’t get to meet God/And I don’t get to be a God/Then, at least God, let me get looked at by a girl” – was pro-life until the last passage, when it immediately changes into a cadaveric of energy and sexism. It’s a convincing composition, iconic of Spektor’s kindness and interest, and the music drags off its shiny soft-rock ideologies.

Spektor was always a mishmash of inconsistencies: a cellist, Russian-born musician, and visited with the Strokes, gained over the Meet Me in the Bathroom group, the text was transformed into a rhyming spelling “heart” to strike an unusual diagram, and amused everyone from Chance the Rapper to Bill Este Blasio, or someone that f ê jr her at Gracie Mansion in 2019. Her music is also often dismissed as cute or quirky, there’s always that undertone of dark humor (who can sing a rousing song about asphyxiation??) flowing through their venules.

Now, two decades removed from her breakthrough, Spektor is updating her noise and harking back to her early years all at once. The notable on using a planned heartbeat — a try that earns off on The disorienting, frantic “Up the Mountain” which conveys Post-era Björk modified and old folklore simultaneously — represents the former instinct. So far she has chosen to eventually mark vintage fan favorites for a re-release “Loveology” and “Raindrops” which she launched at concerts in the early 2000s, represents the sense of time disintegrating, as “Spacetime Fairytale” foretells, within her possess discography.

Despite the many songs iirc roots, you won’t miss Home, before and after for an soon Spektor audio. Loud, the above marks is much more available than any she’s performed. Here now there are no raspy wails, neither out-of-nowhere mellifluous yelps, neither on-off Bronx voice. Her tone has been bolstered; her variety is incredible.

A Guardian meeting today, Spektor represented an early-career deluge of music that produced “Loveology” and “Raindrops.” “I don’t have any responsibilities” Spektor remembered. “I read a book; I would write a song.”

From the early records, for Soviet Kitsch, there is a fresh potential. Music could move from quirky anti-folk to cabaret to thug histrionics on a lark. Home, before and after, against this, sounds like the job of a professional. Each letter is thorough; each music is wonderful, wonderful. Home whereupon, Spektor could convince viewers with music (or maybe a breadstick pounding against a director). She still can, obviously, while goofball producer blossoms aren’t receiving in her manner.