Swans
' 2019 album,
leaving meaning.
, felt like a reset after the reunited band spent the better part of the decade making transcendent and extremely physically demanding music. Moving away from punishing, crescendo-heavy noise-rock epics, the more acoustic-based
focused on ruminative, hypnotic mood pieces and ethereal folk-rock, sometimes resembling
Michael Gira
's more singer/songwriter-style work as part of
Angels of Light
.
The Beggar
is yet another two-hour studio album, and its roster of musicians consists of several previous
and
members as well as returning guest
Ben Frost
. For the most part,
builds on the sound of
, though
Gira
is clearly interested in pushing the band into weirder territory again. "The Parasite" is a grand drone-folk opener, with
nearly bellowing into open space over slow, patient movements. "Paradise Is Mine" is a steady crawl that gradually gains layers of swooping background vocals and slightly more dissonant guitar patterns, with
eventually asking, "Is there really a mind? Am I ready to die?" He seems to continue questioning his mortality on "Michael Is Done," bookending a heavenly
Phil Spector
-goes-Krautrock instrumental midsection with directly stated, enigmatic proclamations. "No More of This" is a gothic country ballad that leads up to a glimmering choral procession, with
bidding goodbye to lovers, friends, and family members. The brief "Los Angeles: City of Death" is the album's most concentrated burst of energy, while longer pieces like "The Beggar" work their way up to more intense sections. All of this leads up to "The Beggar Lover (Three)," a 44-minute collage that recalls
Soundtracks for the Blind
more than any other
release. The piece incorporates horn-based drones, mesmerizing vocal chants, playful children's singing, dissonant creaking noises, and fluid, spacious rhythmic sections. It's
at their most abstract, yet it holds together as a cohesive, enthralling journey. Surprisingly, final song "The Memorious" isn't a more balanced comedown but a furious burner filled with apocalyptic poetry and unnerving squeals and moans. A definite improvement over
,
is a riskier yet more successful effort that feels like a step in a more fulfilling direction. ~ Paul Simpson