Ah yes, the mortal joys of love lost. Not just lost, dead. Not just dead, decaying in a putrid heap upon the floor. Such are the musical concerns of David E. Williams, bursing forth with his latest ray of sonic sunshine courtesy of his new release, I Have Forgotten How to Love You. |
While trend-sniffers blather on hither and yon about the tentative tedium of Boredom, - er, Bardo Pond, Williams remains Philadelphia's most intriguing talent because of his avoidance of such self-serving artistic delirium. And on this beautifully packaged release by the german label Cthulhu, Williams refined his gloomy technique to spectacular precision.
Williams' keyboard-dominated performances are dramatic and unforgettable, rendered with a harrowing voice and atmospheric guitar accompaniment. The lyrical content may be gleaned from the song titles: "The Day the Birth Stood Still," "Murder the World With Me," "Me and My Girl and the Cold Grey World," "That Skirt's Too Short for a Funeral, Honey." Yes, the songs are often despairing or morbid or disturbing - and on a satisfying number of occasions, all three at once. But the irrefutable strength of Mr. Williams' prolific body of work is that - regardless of subject matter - they are great songs, crafted with both honesty and wit and performed to hypnotic effect.