THE BLACK HEART PROCESSION

Amore del tropico

2LP/CD, Touch & Go

Concept albums are hardly done by bands these days, but here is one. A good one. Full of love and murder, passion and crimes, and soaked with that nightly road-movie-spirit that is so wonderfully American. Musically, the Black Heart Procession might have become more diverse to its records #1 to #3, but the added variation comes natural and works very well, because the band never loses its integrity towards its own history. This is a great record.

There is a heart-shaped fingerprint on the inside of the CD-cover, which is all you should need to know, actually. Most of what this record is about revolves around that insignia or could at least be guessed from there. The band never worked that information so much, but “amore del tropico” is a concept-album, which is also the reason why the band stepped away from their convenient tradition of numbering their albums. Don’t be afraid, a small “4” is hidden on the inner sleeve, right there next to the heart-shaped fingerprint, which tells you, that the Black Heart Procession are still in their line of things, still working up these beautiful, very very dark songs and drawn-out harmonies, that make these chord-progressions so slow and painful, yet wonderful and enjoyable at the same time. No one who liked the first three records or so, will be disappointed by number four, because it is really easy to just listen to “amore del tropico” as a bunch of song not very much unlike the other three albums by the Black Heart Procession.

But the heart-shaped fingerprint tells us so much more (as we are all aware of in our time, in which “crime-detective”-shows, autopsy-reports and series about crime-scene-investigations are all trendy and popular.) for instance that this record deals with love and crime, maybe even more than you would think is possible after just a loose listening. Well, I didn’t have a loose listening. Actually, this CD hasn’t been out of my CD-player for a lot of time. There are still two or three records nearby my stereo which I bought on the same but which remained unlistened, because I didn’t want to miss the harmonies of songs like “a cry for love” or “the visitor”. And now I am stuck with a great roadmovie in my head that this record is the soundtrack, the storyline and the script to. I can see it all: the dark desert-roads, the small, run-down towns, the Quick-Stop-restaurants, the trailer-homes and old farm-houses out in the woods or the mountains, the rusty old corvettes and trucks and - not at least – the man torn by love and fate and the woman or women that might be his destiny, the crimes and the gangsters and the victims. This story has several plots in my head and everytime I listen through it some things change, sometimes the whole story is different, other times there are just some minor details that have changed. There is the final showdown at the last chords of “a cry for love” and then the dreadful dream-sequence during “before the people”.

The good thing about it is, that this record never gets boring. The Black Heart Procession has used a lot of instruments (what the heck is an optigan?) and studio-trickery including some electronic sounding stuff to keep this record alive and full with new ideas and lines to keep the listener interested for a long time. Of course, the stories in the songs and the delicate harmonies go a long way, but that doesn’t help if every song sounds just like the one before. Luckily, the band didn’t fall into that trap and have kept up variation big enough. There are eerie nearly-instrumentals, the drawn ballads and there are some songs that almost have an upbeat-sound such as “only one way” or the hit-single “did you wonder” – which I think I saw on Music Television. The last two songs show this style very well: “Fingerprints” is almost funky, with the line “they found my fingerprints” repeated over and over again, with some electronic beats (or at least they sound that way) in the background. Then a sigh and a strummed, acoustic guitar with such an old echo mixed in that you won’t help thinking of an old prison cell right away and the line “I am the one who has disappeared” to mark the final ending.

To be honest, I hope that writing this review will work as a sort of exorcism for me. I have spent maybe too much time with these songs and stories. I see couples fighting a war about love and hate everywhere, I sense imminent danger wherever I go and I am starting to get really depressed about a lot of things (well, maybe that is due to the upcoming winter). So be careful, because you might end up addicted to this album, longing for the beauty of despair and the romantic illusion of love on the edge. I have heard a rumour that there will be a movie to this album in a few years. Can’t wait to see it.

11/2002