My talented brother Brendan O’Malley is an amazing writer and actor. He’s wonderful in the recent You & Me, directed by Alexander Baack. (I interviewed Baack about the film here.) His most recent gig was story editor/writer on the hit series Survivor’s Remorse. Brendan hasn’t blogged in years, but the “content” (dreaded word) is so good I asked if I could import some of it to my blog. I just wrapped up posting his 50 Best Albums. But I figured I’d keep “Music Monday” going with more of the stuff Bren wrote about music.
Bren’s writing is part music-critique, part memoir, part cultural snapshot. Many of these pieces were written a decade ago, so I am happy to share it with you!
This is part of Brendan’s lengthy series of essays on Scott Walker, which I’ll be posting for the foreseeable future, one every Monday.
The Cognitive Dissonant
Cognitive dissonance is defined as the feeling of discomfort when holding simultaneous conflicting beliefs. In music, the meaning of dissonance hearkens back to the Latin, whereby a “dissonant” chord is considered “unstable”.
The work that Scott Walker has been producing since 1978 is increasingly dissonant, it increasingly contains contradictory elements that are impossible to assimilate in a unified way, and it has become increasingly more terrifying to behold.
Most modern purveyors of fear in musical form attempt to achieve their desired result through intimidation, volume, or the shock value of violent lyrical content. Examples include Marilyn Manson who creates giant spectacles of fascism, Slipknot who dress like they are all meeting at Hellraiser’s house later, and a whole gaggle of gangster rap artists who brag and boast about how cold-blooded they are.
These are sunny walks in the park compared to Scott Walker.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I actually KIND of like Marilyn Manson and I have plenty of gangster rap on my iTunes. Slipknot I have no use for because their aesthetic is so juvenile and stupid and so devoid of humor that the only appropriate response is laughter. I mean, is anyone really frightened by Saw XVIII?
But the brand of terror that the above dole out is inclusive. The result is more a prurient vicarious thrill witnessing someone instilling fear than truly inspiring actual fear. Actual fear is not thrilling. Actual fear is messy and humiliating. True fear results in a reversion to infancy, to a state where you cannot control your bodily functions, to the feeling you get when you know that you have absolutely no control over any aspect of your existence.
This is the kind of response that Walker achieves.
His is a fear born of ideas.
The indie record label 4AD is one of the most influential record labels of all time. Their most famous client is The Pixies. In the mid 1990’s they signed an aging former crooner to a record contract. Outside of England no one cared. They essentially insured that Scott Walker could attempt the masterpieces that were floating around in that terrifying brain of his.
In 2006, 4AD planned a compilation called Plague Songs with various artists each writing a song corresponding to one of the ten plagues of Egypt. For whatever reason, Walker drew the Plague of Darkness.
Does Walker use volume and bombast to affect us? Does he use thundering drums? Distorted screaming guitars? Violent imagery? No, there are only three elements used in the song.
A tambourine. A female chorus. And Scott Walker.
Terrifying.
— Brendan O’Malley
Walker’s entry on Plague Songs always reminded me of Margaret Atwood’s “Penelopiad” (book version) with that repetitive,enhancing, and KEY chorus. Which some readers found disturbing. I’d have liked the Atwood theater version even more if Scott Walker composed the music.
Never read Penelopiad, will put on my list
Bren – you’re the one who told me to read Handmaid’s Tale in college – I don’t know if you remember that. We were at a party at the Fain’s house in Cranston!
and this reminds me that I own the Penelopiad but never read it – I just bought it because it’s Atwood and there it has sat on the shelf for whenever I’m ready – this is a very interesting and intriguing comment varya – thank you!
this one, like The Escape with its evil donald duck sounds, its actually too much for me most of the time. If I listen to it in the morning with only coffee in my stomach I feel physically unwell.
The first time I heard it I actually had to turn it off when those screaming female voices came in from out of nowhere. It was like being physically attacked.