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Little Oblivions è il titolo del terzo album di Julien Baker, in uscita il 26 febbraio su Matador, un album che rappresenta un cambiamento rispetto ai precedenti lavori di Baker, più intimi e riservati. Registrato nella sua Memphis tra dicembre e gennaio con Calvin Lauber e mixato da Craig Silvey (The National, Florence & the Machine, Arcade Fire), l’album arriva dopo Turn Out The Lights, uscito nel 2017, e la collaborazione con Phoebe Bridgers e Lucy Dacus per il progetto Boygenius.

Il primo singolo che anticipa l’uscita è Faith Healer:

Un brano sui vizi, sui modi più ovvi e più insidiosi con cui si manifestano nell’esperienza umana. Ho iniziato a scrivere questo brano 2 anni fa e si è rivelato sin da subito un’osservazione letterale della dipendenza

Continua Julien Baker: “Avevo solo le prime strofe, che parlano di un confronto candido della dissonanza cognitiva che una persona sente quando ha difficoltà con l’abuso di sostanze – la prova schiacciante che questa sostanza ti fa del male, e il desiderio controintuitivo ma molto reale per il sollievo che fornisce. Quando tornai sul brano iniziai a pensare alle similitudini tra l’evasione causata dalle sostanze stupefacenti e altri tipi di evasione che hanno occupato uno spazio simile nella mia mente, anche se meno facilmente identificabili. Ci sono così tanti canali e comportamenti che utilizziamo per placare il disagio malsano che esiste al di fuori della definizione formale di dipendenza. Io (e molte altre persone) siamo portate a pensare che chiunque – un opinionista politico, un predicatore, uno spacciatore, un guaritore energetico – quando promettono una guarigione, in realtà nonostante l’intenzione sia genuina, potrebbero effettivamente impedire la guarigione”.

L’ultimo album di Julien Baker risale al 2017 è si intitola Turn Of The Lights, secondo disco della sua carrira ed esordio su Matador. Per il Record Store 2019 aveva pubblicato due nuovi brani e ad aprile 2020 la nuova canzone Mercy.

Qui sotto potete vedere il video di Faith Healer:

Qui sotto potete leggere un saggio sull’album scritto dal poeta, autore e critico Hanif Abdurraqib:

“If you are lucky enough to have a future where the present anxieties of distance become romantic memories, I hope there are people who turn this album over in their hands years from now and remember the world it tumbled into. A world that, in whatever future moment exists, will likely be defined by the work people undertook and the fights people continued to show up for. But it will also be a world defined by how many of us exist on the other side of distance.

In the moment, here is a new Julien Baker album that arrives as a world comes to newly understand its relationship with touch, with distance. At the time of this writing, I shouldn’t want to run into the arms of anyone I love and miss, and yet I do. In an era of hands pressed on the glass of windows, or screen doors. An era of hands reaching back. An era where touch became an illusion. If we have been unlucky enough, our own lifetimes have prepared us for the ever-growing tapestry of aches.

To wrestle with the interior of one’s self has become a side effect of the times, and will remain a side-effect of whatever times emerge from these. The first time I ever heard Julien Baker, I wanted to know how an artist could survive such relentless and rigorous self-examination. I have been lonely, I have been alone, and I have been isolated. There are musicians who know the nuances between the three. What whispers in through the cracks of a person’s time alone.Julien Baker is one of those artists. A writer who examines their own mess, not in a search for answers, but sometimes just for a way out. A lighthouse to some newer, bigger mess.

It is hard to put into words what this feels like. Little Oblivions is an album that steps into that feeling and expands it. Sonically, from the opening swells of sound on “Hardline” rattling the chest, loving but persistent jabs to the way “Relative Fiction” spills into “Crying Wolf,” which feels like speeding down a warm highway that quickly turns into a sparse landscape, drowning in a hard rain. Lyrically, too, of course. There are writers who might attempt to bang at the doors of their listeners, shouting their particular anguish of the hour. And there are undoubtedly times when I have needed that to get from one sunrise to the next. But there are also writers who show up assuming anyone listening already knows what it is to crawl themselves back from one heartbreak, or to shout into an enduring darkness and hear only an echo. Little Oblivions is an album that details the crawling, details the shouting. An album that doesn’t offer repair, or forgiveness. Sometimes, though, a chance to revel in the life that is never guaranteed. Yes, the life that grows and grows and is never promised. How lucky to still be living, even in our own mess.

The grand project of Julien Baker, as I have always projected it onto myself, is the central question of what someone does with the many calamities of a life they didn’t ask for, but want to make the most out of. I have long been done with the idea of hope in such a brutal and unforgiving world, but I’d like to think that this music drags me closer to the old idea I once clung to. But these are songs of survival, and songs of reimagining a better self, and what is that if not hope? Hope that on the other side of our wreckage – self-fashioned or otherwise – there might be a door. And through the opening of that door, a tree spilling its shade over something we love. A bench and upon it, a jacket that once belonged to someone we’d buried. Birds who ask us to be an audience to their singing. A small and generous corner of the earth that has not yet burned down or disappeared. I can be convinced of this kind of hope, even as I fight against it. To hear someone wrestling with and still thankful for the circumstances of a life that might reveal some brilliance if any of us just stick around long enough.

Julien, how good it is to hear you again. And now, in all of our anguish and all of our glory. I miss the way the outside world reflected myself back to me. Now, I make mirrors out of the walls. I am so thankful for a better noise than the howling of my own shadows. Julien, you have done it again. You expert magician. You mirror-maker. Thank you for letting us once again watch you maneuver through all of your pleasant and unpleasant self-renderings. If there is a future, there will be people in it who might not remember how this album came at a time when so many hungered for a chance to put themselves back together. When the imagination of a person, a city, a country, was expanding. When, despite all of that, in the quiet moments, there were people who still wanted to be held by someone they maybe couldn’t touch. Thank you, Julien, for this comfort. This glass box through which a person might better be able to see a use for their own grief. This kingdom of small shards of sunlight, stumbling their way in to disrupt the darkness”.

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