Sure, every thing is ending, but not yet. Ever since David Tibet's Current 93 sung it's birth canal blues back in the early 1980s, there's been a smell of apocalypse in the air. As the American author of horror novels Thomas Ligotti put it, Tibet has over the years presented us with words and images that are »portentous in a literal and most poetic sense.«* No matter how great or small, Tibet's visions have sustained a sense of urgency throughout his many, many projects and towering work.
35 years on, as dark clouds once again are gathering on the horizon, his syncretic tale of the fallen empire inside us all seem to be as pertinent as ever. Arise for bad times. Enter Zu93, the effectively named collaboration between Tibet and the ever-changing Italian group Zu, centered around Massimo Pupillo and Luca Mai. Seven years after the collaborators first met in Rome, the most beautifully apocalyptic city of all, they can finally present Mirror Emperor, mixed and produced by Stefano Pilia.
If last year's Create Christ, Sailor Boy, the startling Hypnopazuzu album Tibet made alongside Youth, the legendary producer and Killing Joke bassist, was »a transformative union«, the imperial ghost music presented on Mirror Emperor marks a return to their earth, a tour amidst the ruins: Gentle guitars, weeping cellos, the occasional rumbling bass and soft percussion, are melted and gently poured into the sepulchral engine. Despite a few electric swirls or the odd metallic screech Mirror Emperor moves seamlessly and comes across as surprisingly grounded and subtle, yet anticipatory, foreboding and at times even pastoral and Arcadian. The sound of a magical chamber orchestra or Cæsar Legions?
Well, Mirror Emperor does echo pivotal moments from the respective catalogues of it's creators, most urgently akin to Zu's acoustic explorations on their 2014 collaboration with Eugene S. Robinson of Oxbow fame, The Left Hand Path, leading up to last year's brilliantly metamorphic Jhator.. Mirror Emperor adds another chapter in his ever-expanding oblique vision: personal, dense and hallucinatory. A voice through a cloud, indeed. On Mirror Emperor, the demiurge of our demise hides in the cracks of a broken world, beneath stones and moss, among the comets, in tears and things and on BloodBoats, as if a »cosmic melancholy« (Ligotti) is being articulated. More mourning than light. Tibet explains: We all carry different faces, different masks, and all of them will be taken from us.
The coming of the mirror emperor
Confirm the mirror emperor
Enters the mirror emperor
To the mirror emperor
The heart of the mirror emperor
The teeth of the mirror emperor
(the absence of the mirror emperor)
Before the mirror emperor
To meet the mirror emperor
(the mirror emperor is absent)
The imp trip of the mirror emperor
Awake (mirror) emperor
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