MEDWYN GOODALL
The Scroll
(p) (c) 2000 New World Music
9tks/49mins
It seems that listening that music you take a small, light boat and
go somewhere very far away, to a secret land hidden by mist and brumous sky,
covered by wild boscages and backwoods. And only raven's croaks follow you
out there. But there you will meet your old friends, the fearless warriors
of the legendary race of Celts. The beautiful girls are waiting for you.
Their loveliness is supernal. And maybe that one and only girl with fire
hair and bottomless emerald eyes also waits you there. And you want to start
a far journey together with her, over the borderless northern seas, where
only you and she, and the waves swinging your boat...
That's Medwyn Goodall. And that's his new album The Scroll, the second
part of trilogy started with Clan released in 1998. Goodall brilliantly
develops the Celtic theme. I would even say that The Scroll
is his best album. Maybe first of all because it's not just an album. All
the numerous projects by Medwyn Goodall are very figurative and full of
inspiration. But even among them The Scroll stands out being very
cinematographic. Listening this music you see a film, and easily project
to far past. And the past suddenly becomes so real and tangible…
It became possible not only because of the music inspired by the Celtic heritage,
but also by various noises and special sounds masterly used by Medwyn Goodall.
The Scroll is worth listening already for those sounds! They not only
connect the compositions, but also create the effect of presence. In a way
due to the noises the Celtic reality directly comes to your room. It can
be felt especially clear when at the very beginning of the composition
«Tempest» a crowd of warriors hurrying to battle visibly sweeps
in front of you. Brrr, a delight and jim-jams!
I should also mention that, as usual, Medwyn Goodall's music is very lucid
and at the same time energetic. And the vocal of Llewellyn and Juliana at
Maiden's Kiss and Maiden's Love makes it especially exalted.
Listening those accords, your heart feels wrench and sweetly sinks, and something
forgotten, infinite and inexpressibly beautiful arises...
Serge Kozlovsky |
