Martín Guijarro,
February 2009
Enrique
Morente reasserts his attachment to sketches. And just as
nobody would deny the value of the preliminary drawings of Picasso’s
‘Guernica’, nor will there be many who deny the Granada-born
cantaor that of his own. ‘Pablo de Málaga’
has that air of an ensemble of sketches of unfinished (art) work.
But at the same time, the tickling sensation emanates of something
big happening... or about to happen.
The idiosyncrasy of Pablo Picasso’s texts
- a free, unconventional, Cubist pen - largely determines the
construction of the songs on the album. In fact, they seem to
provoke those new ways of facing cantes. And in the matter of
inserting verses of any morphology into traditional structures,
this artist is the master. His melodies and vocal drawings are
amazing here; more than ever. Take note of the bare pieces ‘Compases
y silencios’ - with bells by Llorenç Barber and toque
by Riqueni - and the soleá ‘Autorretrato’,
nearly with a metronome.
But the album’s masterpiece is undoubtedly
‘Guernirak’. Perhaps the equivalent of ‘Omega’
on the mythical album of the same name. Echoes providing ambience,
the guitar feeding the transgressive climate, drums, electronic
sounds, samples, coarseness, shuddering. And as the background,
the Iraq War... and the Spanish Civil War. Impact, grief and commitment.
The opposite to this direct crudeness are the songs
with the sweetness of ‘Tientos griegos’ with lutes
and mandolins from Albaicín, the malagueña ‘Montes
de Málaga’ with a verdiales group and Estrella on
vocals, and ‘Soneto X’ by Luis de Góngora accompanied
Moorish-style by the Chekara Orchestra, with enveloping emotionality.
The experimentation grows on the bonus tracks,
with help from Maxi de Primavera Sound, where there are interesting,
playful discoveries that unite - down the right road, finally
- flamenco and electronic music. One of them is the beautiful
‘Adiós, Málaga’ which closes the album
by giving nostalgia of itself. The other, the surprising ‘Angustia
de mensaje’ which leaves verses on the answering machine
like this: “I’m not at home, I can’t find myself,
I’m not what I used to be at the moment”. As long
as Morente keeps on playing, the musical evolution of flamenco
cante is safe and sound. And although many people might have ignored
this record, from here we now foretell its repercussions... even
if they’re silent.
Further information
Enrique
Morente, premiere of ‘Pablo de Málaga’ at the
Reina Sofía Museum in Madrid. Review and photos
Special
Feature. Loose impressions by Enrique Morente about ‘Pablo
de Málaga’
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