Due to the overwhelming demand Samadhisound has taken the decision to repress the Manafon deluxe edition. This printing will be the final run and only a strictly limited number will be available. These can be purchased as pre-order items from today. Please note that the only difference between this edition and the previous one is that the art print is unsigned.
1. Small Metal Gods
2. The Rabbit Skinner
3. Random Acts of Senseless Violence
4. The Greatest Living Englishman
5. 125 Spheres
6. Snow White in Appalachia
7. Emily Dickinson
8. The Department of Dead Letters
CD and DVD containing:
i) the new feature length documentary Amplified Gesture. Executive Producer - David Sylvian. ii) 5.1 surround sound (Dolby & DTS), and PCM stereo versions of Manafon.
Two (18.7cm X 24.1cm) Hard Back books inserted into a rigid slip case. An accompanying (18.5cm x 23.5cm) black on white high quality print of a portrait of David Sylvian by Atsushi Fukui (unsigned).
This two-disc box set comes in two separate hard back, cloth-bound volumes which are themselves inserted into a cloth-bound rigid slip case. Each of the three cloth-bound items feature gold embossed lettering.
Volume One: a 40 page full colour printed, perfect bound book to accompany Manafon, featuring the complete lyrics from Manafon, accompanied by artwork from the artists Atsushi Fukui and Ruud Van Empel. The CD is the standard version of Manafon
Volume Two: a 24 page full colour printed, perfect bound book to accompany the documentary Amplified Gesture. With a foreword by Clive Bell, this book contains photos and biographies of all of the contributors to the documentary.
The DVD is an NTSC Region 0 disc that contains: Amplified Gesture - a documentary (duration 55 mins approx). A trailer for the documentary may be viewed here.
Further images of the Deluxe edition can be viewed at www.manafon.com
David Sylvian is a man apart. In a thirty-year career that spans the New Romantic movement, ambient works and progressive rock, and mature and esoteric pop, Sylvian has tested popular styles and bent them to his own vision. But the ‘00s have seen a more extreme side of his work. While 2003’s Blemish startled long-time fans with its emotional rigour, Sylvian has taken the next step with Manafon – a work of nuance and stern musicality, that is also intriguing, suspenseful, and horribly beautiful.
On Manafon, Sylvian pursues “a completely modern kind of chamber music. Intimate, dynamic, emotive, democratic, economical.” In sessions in London, Vienna, and Tokyo, Sylvian assembled the world’s leading improvisers and innovators, artists who explore free improvisation, space-specific performance, and live electronics. From Evan Parker and Keith Rowe, to Fennesz and members of Polwechsel, to Sachiko M and Otomo Yoshihide, the musicians provide both a backdrop and a counterweight to his own vocal performances – which, minus one instrumental, are nakedly the center of each piece.
Sylvian’s voice has never been so dominant or so striking, and his resonant tenor and deliberate vibrato captivate the listener from the start of “Small Metal Gods.” Its prominence would come off as egotistical – except that each performance is an exercise in self-exposure, and each character study is written in the third-person, to allow the maximum detachment.
“It’s like a one-man monologue in which every change of light and backdrop is crucial to the carrying of the central performance. It’s an ensemble work even though there is a central performance.” Though the setlist is all ballads, romanticism is out, and no percussion provides a pulse. All the melody and rhythm rest in the voice. Aside from overdubs of acoustic guitar or John Tilbury’s somber, Feldman-esque phrases on piano, Sylvian enhanced but did not reconfigure the improvisations, giving himself just the skeletons of songs to guide him.
When an instrument locks with the lyrics – as when Fennesz introduces a texture that clinches the disaster of “Snow White in Appalachia” – the moment is indescribable; when it dissolves, Sylvian doesn’t pause. Neither a complement nor a Greek chorus, the instrumentalists maintain an ambiguous attitude to the singer, and what he’s saying. When Sylvian’s delivery implies sympathy or mockery on “The Greatest Living Englishman,” the music is cantankerous but dry, and Otomo Yoshihide’s abrupt snippets of classical vinyl may or may not share the joke.
The closing track, “Manafon,” depicts the British poet R. S. Thomas. Sylvian explains that it is “a description of a man of faith, who struggles with that faith, who imposes an order on the external world in the hope of finding it internally. A man who embraces the morals and values of his faith and lives by them but who also struggles with the silence that burns inside his own heart and mind. God’s silence. He’s a man out of time who begins to look, on the surface, more like some tragicomic figure as time passes. While he seems to be an insufferable individual in many ways there’s a quixotic element in his quest for knowledge, for upholding morals and values that even he struggles with when it comes to believing in their efficacy.”
Manafon’s contradictions lay at the heart of its excellence. It’s driven not just by the tension between improvisation and composition, frontman and ensemble, or in Sylvian’s words, “intimacy and solitude.” Manafon captures the dilemma of a man who studies himself clincically, but cannot truly understand himself; who’s disillusioned, but maybe laughably so. The most common sensation, which hangs in almost every note, is a feeling of suspense. The sole instrumental – to which Sylvian also contributes – sounds less like a performance, and more like a wellspring of possibilities.
The album ends simply on a phrase and a breath. But there’s a happier ending in its other theme: Manafon also explores the creative process. Intuition drew Sylvian to these pieces and these players, and the surprises they bring: a cello visiting like a warm hand on a forehead, the unpredictable use of unadulterated sine waves, the brassy path of Evan Parker’s soprano sax solo. Manafon has a forbidding core, but aesthetically, each piece is an engrossing discovery.
“Maybe I’m attracted to the stories of individuals who search for meaning on their own terms,” says Sylvian. “But what I’m fascinated by is the devotion to a creative discipline. The meaning with which the work imbues the life regardless of its reception and, to a certain extent, its importance.” Sylvian’s search is endless, and maybe quixotic. The fruits of the journey are unknowably rich.
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Track 6. Snow White in Appalachia