Harry Marte: Little Prayers (CD)
An Americana album from the Alps
The acoustic guitar plays a little melody, it sounds a little bit like border music from the Texan -Mexican frontier. Then the beat groans and rumbles and the band embrace s the voice of the singer.
Harry Marte sings I Will:
For my pretty love
I will pray, I will pray.
For a whore
I will sing, I will sing.
And for all that money
I wouldn’t kill.
His songs are confessions: he sings for the outlaws, the outcast, he sings for love. The dust of the road is rooted in the songs. You sense the endless horizon at the far edge of the desert and you feel the red sand under your feet, the sultry scent from t he southern swamplands rises when Harry Marte sings.
His songs reflect more than half a life that has seen ups and downs. The songs are clear and authentic, they appear straight and physical, fragile and filigree; at the same time they breathe the serenit y of a self -confident freethinker, for whom sixty is not an age and whose voice contains all the facets that apply to his songs.
And America has always been in this musician who grew up with Dylan and Woodstock, and who just disappears from Vorarlberg, Aus tria for a few months and travels the highways of the USA .
Harry Marte uses his guitar to find the music for his songs. What he plays sounds stripped to the bone, limited to the bare essentials, and this is where a friend comes into play. "I have left eve rything else in Alfred's care," says Marte. Alfred Vogel , drummer and producer, has formed a band with guitarist Marco Figini and Chris Dahlgren on bass and viola da gamba. Harry Marte gave this band the same name as his album,' Little Prayers'.
Little prayers. The music retains the rudimentary character of the creator. The music remains the soundtrack to Marte's poetry, concentrating on the essentials, the accompaniment and illustration. Three cool Jazz musicians, who know their way around Appalachian ro ots music - dark voodoo sounds ticking, then the guitars sound almost soft. Crooked elements are always lurking; beautiful melodies are desired in Harry's sound universe, but his vocabulary always needs a little bit of distortion. It is better to let the strings creak a little bit and beat the drums a bit off than to let the pure sound of beauty come to light. A polka drifting slightly drunk through the bars.
While Marte ignites in the apocalyptic The River Old Testament phrases in full force to capture hi s anger about nature -destroying profiteering, his band piles up destructive sound cascades - the only time that the music of the Little Prayers remains speechless and wordless for a few minutes.
Article properties:Harry Marte: Little Prayers (CD)
|Marte, Harry - Little Prayers (CD) CD 1|
|01||I Will||Harry Marte|
|03||Give Me A Night||Harry Marte|
|04||Holy Blood||Harry Marte|
|06||Black Tainted Heart||Harry Marte|
|07||Kissed By You||Harry Marte|
|08||Rosemary Tree||Harry Marte|
|09||The River||Harry Marte|
Harry Marte & friends at their best
Yes, just like that.
DECAY Wo mein Herz in Schwingung gerät, da staubt der Wüstensand um meine Füße. Da taucht am Horizont diese abgrundtiefe, zärtliche Stimme auf, geht mit der wandernden Gitarre im Kreis. OH, I, AM SCARED OF THE PASSION, I, LOVE YOU WITH. Zieht die Kreise enger und enger – Darkness, me, myself and I. Johnny Cash is listening with eyes shut and heart wide open. Sonnenlicht schiebt sich über eine Felskuppe und flutet das Tal.