Flim – “Ohne Titel 1916 ” – [Plinkity Plonk]

Dear Mr Enrico Wuttke,
I’m so sorry to hear about the death of your 8-year old
daughter, Fanny. At your website you mentioned struggling
with every single note, the result is a solemn and sad but
ultimately beautiful release. I’m sure Fanny was a billion
more times beautiful…

For the rest of the world, I often feel sadness is the room
temperature version of truth…except when I’m around kids.
I guess that hinges on innocence, or something even more
pure? This album moves slowly and deliberately; some subdued
vox humana (angelica?) wells up besides a very gentle piano.
There are also toys chiming in a breeze. A focused release,
the title of which comes from a Paul Klee painting of a
child’s hand puppet representing death. That provided Enrico
some solace, as must the wordless grace of these compostions.
Sometimes I think the album is gone, but then sound returns
thankfully. Sometimes I think Brian Eno (especially early on)
is a godparent to this. Sometimes I hope people will listen
to this with no foreknowledge of the force behind it, and
find the other more uplifting resonances here.

Words fail……….Thurston Hunger