SOUNDTRACK: ALBIN LEE MELDAU-Tiny Desk Concert #638 (July 20, 2017).
I’d never heard of Albin Lee Meldau. His style reminds me of a number of gruff powerful-voiced singers.
So who is he?
Meldau grew up in Gothenburg, Sweden the son of musical parents. His mother is a music teacher and jazz singer, while Meldau says his father is a “punk rocker.” (Both write and record their own songs.) As a kid, Meldau originally played trumpet but mostly dreamed of being a professional soccer player.
The blurb notes:
When I [Robin] first saw him perform, at a church in Austin … it felt like the entire audience was on the edge of its seat, hanging on every twisted word. His voice is breathtaking, soulful, thunderous and impossible to ignore.
Watching Meldau in this Tiny Desk set, the first thing you’ll notice, apart from that voice, is how possessed he is by the music. The words and melodies seem to take hold of him while at the same time offering a release, if only for a moment, from the knot of emotions he’s carrying inside. It’s in no small part because Meldau’s music is so personal, centered on desperate souls in deeply troubled times.
He sings for songs and his voice is powerful, loud, aggressive and emotive. He is hard to ignore, for sure. His band consists of Simon Andermo (bass) and Simon Söfelde (guitar). For the first two songs Kalle Stenbäcken plays piano, but on the third song he switches to drums.
“Lou Lou,” the track he opens with and his most popular song, is a story of drug addiction and mental illness, inspired by a girl he knew while growing up in Sweden. It’s short and powerful, you can feel the anguish in his voice–he seems really transformed by it.
His other two songs, “Mayfly” and “Persistence,” are more about hanging on when it seems there’s nothing left to live for.
He says the “Mayfly,” she only lives for one day. Like the first song, it’s barely 2 minutes long.
Before “Persistence” he says “give it up for My Beautiful Sweets (the backing band). They don’t come cheap, do they?” He’s going to play one more song with them and then he seems to jokingly say (but who can tell) “I wouldn’t dance with no other, baby.” It starts slow, but the addition of he drums is a great kick in the pants. The guitar and melody are pure Dire Straits, and the chorus is outstanding.
Before the final song he jokes, “It’s a deep honor to be here,” Meldau told the NPR audience. “I’ve been to the BBC and now I’ve been here, so now I can die.” But he’s so deadpan it’s hard to know how much he’s joking.
He calls “Bloodshot,” the track he closes with, “dark and horrible,” about the wreckage of a tortured relationship and the crazed paranoia of jealousy. He says “Let’s see if I can remember the chords.” He does and he sounds great. When his voice grows powerful and strained it’s really emotional.
If he can capture the same wave of love that people gave Hozier (with whom he has stylistic traits in common) I could see him going far.
[READ: July 20, 2017] “Because You Have To”
This is a rambling story inside a woman’s head. There are many thoughts, but none are especially compelling. Things like:
If you stop answering the phone, eventually it stops ringing.
Essentially she misses someone. When she hears her dog barking, she almost called out “your name.” But it was actually Wayne who had found a loose dog and wondered if it was hers. Which it obviously wasn’t, since her dog was right there.
I love the line that her grandmother was “the most beloved fascist in the family.” She used to say “You have to count your blessings, and when the narrator dared to ask why, “she gave me a great smack to the ear: “Because you have to.”
There is a feral cat who comes into her yard and kills birds. She hates the cat. It is disinterested in the mice that have taken up residence in the barn.
But what else is one to do when “you have been calling and hanging up. I know its’ you. The telephone rings differently when you call.”
She says she lit a small fire–she clicked her lighter in some small grass. Who knows what became of it.
She picks raspberries from the neighbor’s garden–the neighbor just lets them fall and rot anyway
Then some action happens, sort of. A poster goes up in town that the hated cat is missing. There’s a picture of the cat, Ralph, scowling. She drew a cartoon penis on the poster.
The next day Wayne comes by accusing her of knowing something about Ralph’s disappearance. Someone saw her struggling with the cat the other day. She says that the cat was killing off all the birds. Wayne replied that he’s a cat and wonders if she “retaliated” against him.
She says she has never been convicted of a crime, but she has a convict’s face.
As the story nears its end we see that the narrator is in a fur-lined parka while Wayne is in flip-flops.
But why? Why any of it?

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