Flim - Ohne Titel, 1916 [Plinkity Plonk - 2006]Ohne Titel, 1916 is a emotional collection of fragile melodic patterns, played out on basic piano and keyboard with some very slight electronic treatment, there’s a real feeling of honest depth and great sorrow. Written after the death of his day old daughter Fanny, it puts across the feeling of emotional numbness and learning to coping with the passing of a loved one. It’s certainly not all morbid or sorrowful, the tracks often capture fondness and wonder of life it’s self and of the need and effort to move on. I can’t quite put my finger on how he’s done it, but flim really seems to have weaved so much depth and power of emotion into each of these delicate sounds works. Leaving the listener captured like a rabbit in headlights, for most of the albums running time. It also feels like if you listen to hard, the tracks may full apart and turn to dust, or loose all it’s petals like a once achingly beautiful flower. I guess you’d call it ambient/ modern classical, But genre labelling seems simply pointless and Irrelevant here.Don’t think too much or analyse, what’s going on here -just let it drift into you. A Truly impressive and captivating album, which I find myself wanting to return to again and again. It both seems to take you out of your self, but often looks deep inside ones soul as well. Sadly this is only ltd to 500 copies, which seems a crime for such a work, that should be heard by as many people as possible. To find out more and to buy direct go to Flim’s website here. Roger Batty
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