There are a number of artists whose new works I wait for. Impatiently.
One of the tops is Lucrecia Dalt where every record is a new and exciting adventure that seem to expand in scope and wonder with each new release.
Such is the case with A Danger to Ourselves, released today on RVNG Intl. But before I go on, I’d like to straighten a few things out.
- I am not a music critic.
- Yet I receive advance notice and oftentimes access to upcoming releases for which I am very grateful.
- If I love a record, I typically buy the LP (I bought the Limited edition of 100 LP copies of this record signed by Lucrecia Dalt as soon as I could)
- I have nothing against music critics and rely on some of them to inform me about music that’s new to me.
- I admit that I bristle at very negative reviews, perhaps because I went to school for fine art and lived through years of ‘critiques’ where you get to learn more about the taste of the commenter than the work under discussion.
- The purpose of my Album of the Week posts is to introduce new music I’m excited about in the hopes you may find things you like.
From the liner notes:
Lucrecia Dalt’s A Danger to Ourselves is a fearless reflection on the unfiltered complexities of human connection. Stripping away fictional narratives present on the artist’s last several album endeavours, A Danger to Ourselves arrives from a place of emotional sincerity. Sonically unraveling like a deeply personal conversation, Dalt’s voice is foregrounded and formidable, supported by a lush array of acoustic orchestration and processing, collaged percussive patterns, and an esteemed cast of collaborators.
A very interesting cast of characters including David Sylvian, who co-produced the album with Dalt, Juana Molina, Alex Lazaro, and Camille Mandoki but Dalt remains out front, as it should be. Fans of Juana Molina will hear some similarities in the tropical flair but A Danger to Ourselves breaks new ground that feels even more fertile.
I’ve been listening to this record over and over for a few weeks and feel as if I’m just getting through front door. I love when that happens.