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Even the coincidental aligning of the letters B, Q, and E sends
this reviewer into fits of nostalgia. Numerous junkets on the
infamous swath of serpentine concrete between Brooklyn and Queens
during the knee-punching days of yesteryear paved the way for many
fond reflections.
Several factors - the anticipation of seeing loved
ones, adoration for New York City and the possibilities seemingly
bursting from its skyline, and the forgiving view of a child's eye -
are responsible for inspiring only merriment during recollection of
those trips. Kind hindsight's musical counterpart is apparently the
masterful songsmith Sufjan Stevens, who also succeeds in infusing
copious amounts of romanticism on a seemingly unworthy subject.
The focus of his latest work is but the tip of the morbid iceberg.
The BQE can now join the ranks of Flint and Detroit, Michigan, serial
killer John Wayne Gacy and bone cancer as themes that have inspired
Stevens to pen some magnificently beautiful indie pop/folk.
If finding redeemable qualities in a pothole-ridden, dilapidated
monstrosity seems too onerous a task for the singer-songwriter, then
you are surely unaware of his plans and accomplishments. No project
is too daunting, no song title too
long, and no extra bit of packaging too superfluous.
In fact, the sole task of exposing the hidden beauty in the
nightmarish BQE did not satisfy Stevens's lust for the well above and
way beyond. The album is but the soundtrack for a film - naturally,
shot by the man himself - on the highway and hula hoops, and is
packaged with goodies such as a comic book and stereoscopic 3-D
Viewmaster reel. And although the fundamentals of his songwriting -
whimsical and quirky polyphony brought to life by a bevy of voices and
instruments - are intact, some basic elements of his sound have been
overhauled.
On hiatus are Stevens's vocals, as well as his performing of any
and every object capable of emitting an audible frequency. Instead,
an orchestra of strings, flutes and brass do the talking, as Sufjan
opts for Debussy over Iron & Wine, and Strauss
over Stereolab (although the fluttering, orbiting woodwinds
found floating in many of the selections ensure that a loose
comparison to the Londoners is still appropriate).
Although the fantastic, Romantic-era symphony is ripe with
traditional instrumentation, Stevens's distinctive knack for
heart-tugging melodic hooks and unmistakable quirkiness are the
backbone, and their existence is proof that his characteristic style
is not lost in the crossover. The Countenance Of Kings and Sleeping
Invader are but two of the many examples, on this album and those
preceding it, of Sufjan's ability to craft some of the most uniquely
beautiful melodic sequences in modern music.
Weaving between lanes of standard, classical fare are random
detours of eccentricity. At times those deviations, like the jazzy
playfulness of Vince Guaraldi in Invisible Accidents, are
welcome. Dream Sequence In Subi Circumnavigation, on the other hand,
possesses enchanting vocals and strings, delicately oscillating
between soothing and dissonant, that slip into a fishtail of jarring
noise a la A Day In The Life or Mrs O'Leary's Cow. Meanwhile, the
haphazard foray into the Röyksopp-esque, mellow electronica of
Traffic Shock, although successful at sustaining the melody of Linear
Tableau With Intersecting Surprise, feels oddly out of place.
Perhaps the musical personification of an aged, decrepit highway
deserves such cacophony and tangents. That doesn't mean such
diversions are necessarily enjoyable, though.
Other than a few unfortunate moments, and the lack of Stevens's
vocal input - one can't help but miss his delicate voice and wistful
wordplay - The BQE is a lushly extravagant score that
merges quite easily into Sufjan's grand catalogue. All
who lend an ear to his opus will look upon the titular thoroughfare
with a kinder eye, even if that view does not have the benefit of
reminiscence.
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Mercury Prize 2009 nominees
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