Boohoo that works

I’ll tell you a truth. Every good piece of literature, all good films, every good piece of theatre and all good music about people deals with problems that ring true for yourself. People have problems, and you can quite simply feel with and identify with the victims. If the troubles and everyday problems are recognizeable, the spectator is able to react emotionally.

Lonely Boy deals with the irritations and problems of a young man in that naive way you know. On this circular disc of polycarbonate there is a lot of petitmaterial. Eivind Kirkeby sent Anthony Harding some poems about his life, and that collaboration resulted in midi-like ballads of the heart and of pain. The album bears signs of having been put together in the home by Harding, and the musician seems to have many different intruments on his synth, the rythms are mechanical and sound a little unrealistic.

The titletrack “Lonely Boy” is about a boy that nobody notices. Nobody calls him, ever – he’s lonely. Harding is a softy with a fragile voice and displays that empty feeling we all have but aren’t supposed to talk about. You can recognize yourself in the lyrics, and for that reason the album works as an ok listening experience both musically and philosophically, a catalyst that initiates lyrical reflections on life.