Scott Walker’s Tilt, further thoughts

More listenings.

Tilt is a series of searing telegrams from the haunted borders of sanity. Each song bears the hallmarks of a compulsive conviction, as if Walker were dreamtalking to his audience, intent on communicating the wonder and horror of existence beyond the stars but finding each word meticulously exchanged for another. The memory of Tilt is like the memory of a dreamt conversation with a shellshock victim recently returned from war. It has the vital clarity of Goya’s Disasters of War engravings, now lit by 20th century arclight. Perhaps Tilt is how Hugo Ball’s dada cabaret seemed to its first audience. Although the musical settings are strikingly singular, it’s the strained, haunted tone of Walker’s voice that convinces, that impels the listener to shrink away in horror.

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