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The Year of Magical Listening

The Year of Magical Listening

著者： Willie Costello
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 Reflections on the joys of discovering new musicCopyright Willie Costello 音楽
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  • 047 :: WAITING

    047 :: WAITING
    2025/08/28
    FEATURING

    Tether by Annahstasia, released by drink sum wtr in 2025. Listen / Buy direct
    • "Villain"
    • "Waiting"

    TRANSCRIPT

    What does it take for a piece of music to capture our attention? Can it come down to just one thing, a singular instrument, a miraculous voice? That's all I needed to hear. With a single phrase I am captivated, fascinated by this individual before my ears, unlike any other I've heard before. Such precise phrasing, such precise control, jumping between the guttural and the angelic, hovering in its delicacy before landing firmly back on its feet.

    And yes, this singer's voice recalls others'; and yes, there's so much else that's remarkable about this music. I don't mean to downplay that. The production is a perfect complement, the song is a perfect vehicle, but I can't help it, I just keep coming back to this voice.

    And I feel like there's a lesson here, that for all the music that's been made before, a voice can still surprise us, can still stand out as utterly unique – that in the vast universe of sounds, we're still discovering new stars. And so here I am, transfixed by this star's brilliance, bathing in its light, marvelling at its individuality, the exact frequency of its sound, a world unto itself, opened up before us and beckoning us to jump in.

    And we're not done. I couldn't just leave it there. We have to hear at least one more from this singer that I can't get enough of, and sit a little longer with this singular voice: its cooing vibrato, its breathy rasp, its mesmerizing weave of textures, its masterful delivery. It shouldn't be possible for a voice to contain such contradictions – both hard and soft, harsh and tender, assertive and muted, masculine and feminine. But that's what holds my gaze and keeps me coming back for more: the singer's ability to span the full range of vocal expression in a single performance, to encompass all of us, all we feel, all we can be.

    But make no mistake: This singer is no abstraction, no mere amalgam of different vocal stylings. What is so remarkable about this music is how all these diverse qualities cohere in a single individual, to form a unique personality. To be confronted so fully with the reality of another person, in all their infinite complexity – it's not often that music gifts us this experience, but I don't mind a little waiting, if that's what it takes to find music like this.
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    10 分
  • 046 :: PARADISE

    046 :: PARADISE
    2025/07/29
    FEATURING

    Paradise by The Westerlies, released by Westerlies Records in 2025. Listen / Buy direct
    • "Paradise"
    • "Fight On"

    TRANSCRIPT

    Such a timeless thing, music – despite the fact that it exists in time, is inextricably bound to time, somehow it's able to transcend it.

    I could tell you that this song was released this year, was recorded not long before that, but this says so little about how the song actually sounds and feels. What I immediately hear is history and tradition, or something deeper than that, something elemental, the very essence of music itself: a communion of voices, some human and some instrumental, coming together in harmony and forming something greater than the sum of their parts – a hymn, a prayer, an ode to the paradise that awaits us, which, in its bewitching amalgam of elements, seems in a small way to make that paradise manifest before our ears.

    Perhaps this is to be expected, as this is explicitly spiritual music, as its lyrics make plain. But its purpose is not to proselytize. It's as if the musicians are borrowing these idioms to reveal the spiritual power inherent in music: its ability to make palpable worlds beyond our own, to make us feel the touch of a higher power brushing up against our side.

    And there's something else I can't help but notice: As the song proceeds, its subject shifts from "I" to "we", and the singer turns to address us, their "comrades through the wilderness", their "partners in distress", to assure us that "we have a home in glory". I hear this as a reminder that paradise is never reached by oneself, and is only ever discovered in the collective – in the same way that music is an intrinsically relational phenomenon, a special alchemy that emerges between the disparate pieces it brings together: between melody and harmony, between singer and ensemble, between music and lyrics, and between musician and listener.

    And on that note, let's hear more of this alchemy in action. Because I don't want that first song to give you the wrong impression about this record, which is a collection of songs by a brass quartet, occasionally accompanied by a vocalist, but for the most part just playing on their own, weaving together their different tones and timbres into a tapestry of totalizing sound. And because it's a quartet, you can still make out its four different strands, its chorus of voices, some sustained, some staccato, some high, some low, some quiet, some loud, some melodic, some harmonic, and some almost textural. And because it's a quartet, there is also something to it above and beyond its individual members, a manifest image that comes into view from each instrumentalist playing and moving in concert with one another – in a word, there is music.

    I'll admit: A lot of the joy of this music for me comes from its novelty. I don't spend much time listening to brass ensembles, and so I'm especially struck by the distinctive pleasures of the form: the punch of the articulation, the interstitial breaths, the thick bass of the trombones, the squeal of a trumpet, the dynamic fluidity, the sheer power of horns. It's all the expressiveness of voice, amplified by a bell, and thus transformed into a clarion call. It calls us to attention. It calls us to assemble. It calls us to listen and behold.
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    9 分
  • 045 :: TOTAL

    045 :: TOTAL
    2025/06/30
    FEATURING

    caroline 2 by caroline, released by Rough Trade Records in 2025. Listen / Buy direct
    • "Total euphoria"
    • "When I get home"

    TRANSCRIPT

    If this is the first time you're hearing this music, I envy you. And actually, if this is your first time, maybe stop listening to me talk about this music and give yourself a chance to hear it firsthand, unadulterated. I'll still be here when you're done. And I'll still be hearkening back to the first time I heard this music, when it still felt like a jumble of unpredictable rhythms, a band of musicians just barely hanging together, a little orchestra teetering on the edge of collapse.

    Because the thing about this song is that, once you've heard it enough times, everything starts to feel like it's in exactly the right place. And even though I still recognize how the song is playing fast and loose with its rhythm and synchronization, it no longer has for me the palpable quality of unruly chaos. To the contrary, it now feels like a carefully choreographed dance, its every step planned out to fall precisely as it does.

    Of course, the truth is somewhere in the middle. What this music really consists in is moments of deliberate serendipity, of intentional spontaneity. It was never meant to be just as it is; it was just meant to be performed in such a way that it could be, in such a way that it would result in something as beautifully chaotic as this. But in being recorded, this performance becomes reified into seeming like the music's true form, the only way it ever could be performed, the exact way it was always meant to be. And the more I listen, the more like this it seems. But I can still hear, however faintly, an echo of my first encounter with this music, when it still felt utterly unknowable, unforeseeable, and unreal.

    And even as the music slows and softens into something more legible – a simple and steady progression of chords repeated under a plaintive melody – even still, it remains uncanny. Listen closely and you can hear a distant throbbing, the muffled reverberations of a late-night banger, like the song is being performed in the bathroom at a party, and the party is starting to push through.

    It's a wild thing to leave in the mix, or not "leave" but "put", because of course this is meant to be there. The song wasn't actually recorded in the bathroom at a party; it was just made to sound like it was. So the question becomes, Why? Sure, it helps to create a tableau, a setting of sorts for the singer's inner monologue as they contemplate leaving the party and returning home. But it also makes me wonder if there's an aesthetic to the experience of being in a bathroom at a party, a sonic palette with its own distinctive character that can be deployed and appreciated in other contexts, too: the sound of distance, isolation, interiority, overwhelm, the fear of missing out, and the desire to be far away.

    And just as it's all starting to click into place, the party disappears, replaced in the background by some crickety static, while the foreground shifts to some decidedly unmetronomic rhythms. It's like we've stepped out only to immediately lose our footing. Which is how it feels sometimes, is it not? Again, the longer I sit with this music the more it seems to be exactly as it should be, with all its sharp corners and rough edges and uncertain tempo – because all of it creates a feeling that couldn't be created in any other way.

    And I haven't even mentioned the lyrics yet – the lyrics, which express at best a fragment of a thought that gets jumbled and repeated across the song: "When I get home / I might just ask / What you need to". The song never tells us what is needed, or if this intention is ever played out. It holds us, rather, in that liminal space of mental inarticulation, as an idea gets tossed around one's head without even being fully spelled out.

    If music can be about this, then music can be about anything. Or, put another way: Anything can be made into music. Everything has an aesthetic. There is beauty in even the smallest of moments. And there is art to help us see it and make it come alive.
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    12 分
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