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Peter Murphy – Silver Shade – Metropolis Records – 9th May 2025

David J Haskins – The Mother Tree – Erototox Decodings – 6 June 2025

Christopher Nosniobor

It seems quite incredible that following a debut single which alone created a whole new genre, Bauhaus would release four definitive studio albums in just three years. The chemistry and creative crackle which existed between the four members was something special, and, judging by the 2008 reunion album Go Away White something that was very much of the moment.

While all four members remained active after the split in 1983, subjectively speaking, none of them have really replicated the same quality, or consistency, despite Love and Rockets – Daniel Ash, Kevin Haskins, and brother David J enjoying a degree of success with their more overtly pop-orientated rock sound.

The release of new albums by both Peter Murphy and David J within a month of each other affords an opportunity to observe just how different their respective creative trajectories have been, and also perhaps offers some insight into why Bauhaus reformations haven’t been entirely successful, with a 2022 tour of the US being cancelled, Murphy entering rehab, and the reunion ending.

Both of these albums are very much art-orientated, albeit approaching said art from almost diametric angles.

Murphy’s latest offering isn’t strictly a solo effort. Initially released as a standalone single, ‘Let the Flowers Grow’, which now closes the album as a ‘bonus track’, is a duet with Boy George, and much of the material on the album was co-written with Youth, who also produced it. Silver Shade contains twelve tracks and has a running time of fifty-nine minutes. As such, it’s a longish album, and the crisp 80s-sounding production, while suited to the material, dates it somewhat.

‘Swoon’ is classic Murphy in full-on Bowie mode, with a dash of Lou Reed and some grandiose electropop leanings. But if the bassline is lifted from The Sisters of Mercy’s ‘This Corrosion’, something about the swinging pop groove is actually closer to Springsteen’s ‘Dancing in the Dark’. You can clearly hear Bauhaus in all of this, but it’s predominantly in the vocals – perhaps not entirely surprisingly. And at five and a half minutes, it feels a bit laboured.

‘Hot Roy’ is Outside era Bowie crossed with Donna Summer’s ‘I Feel Love’ and The Associates. It’s poppy, it’s high drama, and it’s an early high point in an album that’s solid enough, but rarely spectacular. ‘The Artroom Wonder’ was an obvious single choice, but does sound like so many other things chucked into a blender, and elsewhere, the title track brings some dark glam vibes, and while it’s big on theatre, it’s not quite so big on substance, and feels rather predictable.

Predictable is not a word which can be applied to David J Haskins’ The Mother Tree, an album which is released in tandem with a book of poems, Rhapsody, Threnody & Prayer, both a tribute to his mother. As such, it’s a spoken word album with musical accompaniment, and, for context, it’s worth quoting that ‘David J’s decision to release these projects under his birth name, “Haskins,” (the name his brother Kevin used in both their bands together: Bauhaus and Love and Rockets) underscores their deep familial and emotional significance to him. He calls The Mother Tree, “my most personal work yet.”’ And that personal aspect rings out loud and clear, including as it does ‘profound reflections on life, love, loss, and touching tributes to late cultural icons and artists including Ian Curtis, Kurt Cobain, Jeff Buckley, Jack Kerouac and Mark Linkous.’ We feel and experience loss on different levels, and Haskins in no way suggests the loss of his mother is the same experience as the passing of a friend or an artist one admires: this is an exploration of the muti-faceted experience of loss and the way they all leave a different kind of void in one’s life.

The first piece – the title track – is a twenty-one minute piano-led meditation with subtle strings as the musical backdrop to a descriptive, linear narrative tale. There is a simplicity about it, not to mention an immediacy and directness. ‘this is a personal sacred story’, he says in the early stages of this patchwork of scenes which depict moments of his mother’s life. While the instrumentation is perhaps synonymous with high art, the words and their delivery are unpretentious, a flow of recollections and reminiscences, some harrowing, heart-rending, and all so real. Because life is often harrowing and heart-rending. ‘I miss your laugh’, he says openly, before effusing about perfect Sunday roasts. ‘Loved and lost’ is the succinct and poignant summary of the composition, and one which runs through the album as a whole. The other four tracks are substantially shorter, most around six minutes in duration, with almost folksy instrumentation and more contemplative spoken-word narratives, rich in little details which render them all the more vivid. There’s something almost unfiltered about it, and it feels so resonatingly human.

It sits at the opposite end of the spectrum from Murphy’s album: it’s art without artifice, a richly-woven tapestry where emotion is subtly laced through every moment.

These two albums may provide some indication of how the individual members brought specific traits to Bauhaus in the early years, and provide some measure of how they came to be increasingly divergent over time. Murphy’s album is clearly the more accessible, and will likely receive more coverage and acclaim, and reach a far wider audience, and be lauded and cherished by many. But for me, although The Mother Tree is a very different beast and challenging on a number of levels, it has a deeper resonance, and connects on a deeper level.

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Erototox Decodings – 1st March 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

Holy hell! Where to start? We’ll come to the band’s pedigree and the CVs of this supergroup in due course. But first, the immediate impact of this second album by The Children – that’s what hits in an instant. Perhaps because I missed the first, I simply wasn’t prepared in the way I might have been, but then again, is there any adequate preparation in advance of this?

A stark acoustic guitar – something about the way it’s picked and pulled is sharp, tense, scratchy, in the opening bars of ‘gOd is a Bereaved’ is prickly, awkward – paves the way for an eye-opening vocal performance. It simply doesn’t conform to the mores of conventional musicality, and instead flies skyward and swoops towards the ground in terrifying, unnatural flips and arcs. Something is certainly sudden, and it’s not a craving, but the impact of this completely out-there sound. Intense is an understatement.

‘Woven Mother Aflame’ brings brooding atmospherics split asunder by explosive percussion – a snare that has the power to split skulls cutting through serpentine strings and heavy, resonant bass reverberations which hang in the air, before the gentler ‘Breathing Shards’ fades electronics into a strummed acoustic guitar. Breathe… out. But all is not comfortable. The quavering vocals – not quite falsetto, not quite any specific range, but warbling, tremulous – quiver, uncomfortably atop and amidst the multi-layered backdrop which slopes and slides and traverses through starless space as basslines stroll and amble sedately.

Some background: The Children… ‘are . They have been making music together for over 15 years. Former Barkmarket bassist John Nowlin and drummer Rock Savage have consistently anchored the rhythm section, with a savagely airtight groove that’s both thunderous and mellifluous, primal and funky, and cellist Kirsten McCord has regularly enriched the band’s sound with her somber, lulling phrasing as a one-woman string section. John Andersen was a founding member and key early collaborator. The inimitable vocalist Shelley Hirsch has been a visceral contrapuntal foil for several live shows. Former Swans guitarist Norman Westberg and clarinetist Johnny Gasper provided invaluable texture to the recording sessions for this LP.

Norman Westberg has long been one of my favourite guitarists on account of his absolute minimalism: few guitarists would be content to bludgeon away at two chords for eight minutes straight, but his stoic patience is a rare trait which sets him in a league of his own. His more recent solo work is noteworthy for his sculpting feedback into musical shapes, and as such, his magnificently understated contribution to this album is essential.

Then again, how really to assimilate this? Our instinct, as humans, is to trust what we know, to lean into the familiar, the comfortable. This is perhaps why so much conformist pop, accessible blues-rock, landfill indie, continues to command so much appreciation. It’s not even that it’s easy and comfortable, but that it sits within an established framework with which people are comfortable – and the same, unsurprisingly, applies to people. ‘Weirdos’ are ostracised, and find themselves on the fringes, alone. People find ‘otherness’ simply too much of a challenge. Who can honestly say they haven’t taken a step back and made effort to put distance between themselves and a ‘crazy’ in their lives or on social medial? No shame in it: life is difficult as it is, and you have to have limits on who and what you can accommodate. But the point stands: other peoples’ disturbances create further disturbances. And A Sudden Craving sounds pretty disturbed.

A Sudden Craving is the sound of otherness. Yes, the vocals in particular are difficult to process. They sound… well, deranged. Wailing theatrically in a howling whorl of chaos and discord, underpinned by a hypnotic wave and monotonous plod of percussion, they really stand out as the definition of mania. ‘Breathing Shards’ may be mellower, but still possesses a sharp, jarring edge.

A Sudden Craving is scary because it doesn’t conform to any norms. Every one of the album’s ten tracks is unsettling, uncomfortable, unpredictable. It has depth and detail and many great qualities. Comfort and ease of access are not among then.

A Sudden Craving is a great album. It is not an accessible album, or an album which is comfortable or easy in any way. But then it’s not designed to be. It’s a head-shredding riot which really delivers some uncomfortable moments. At times I’m reminded of late Scott Walker. It’s compelling, and it’s quality, but one to file under ‘W’ for ‘Weird Shit’.

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