I’m a long-time David Sylvian fan. We go way back. Like to Japan and the New Romantic movement and Sylvian being voted one of the world’s hottest men.
He’s branched out since then: think espaliered fruit tree bearing many odd-tasting but never boring fruits.
His latest collection is Sleepwalkers. It’s a round-up of orphan songs from his solo work as well as collaborations with his brother Steve Jansen (Nine Horses), Ryuichi Sakamoto, Burnt Friedman, Christian Fennesz, Arve Henriksen, and more. And it’s a lush zoetrope of Sylvianesque minerals and pearls.
But an added bonus is the artwork. Talk about otherwordly, gothic daguerreotypes! The photographer is Kristamas Klousch (http://kristamas.net/section/112167.html). She definitely works with one hand in a Lewis Carroll glove and the other in Weimar-era cabaret. Her work almost give off this mercurial vapour. I wanted to take a bite (with fangs, no less), the way I always want to take a bite of Hieronymus Bosch’s triptych “The Garden of Earthly Delights.” I could spend hours with Klousch’s work and then go off for some table-tipping.