LAVENDER DIAMONDMaybe it’s indicative of a general spiritual poverty that one is tempted, when presented with Imagine Our Love, the debut album by LA quartet Lavender Diamond, to look for the angle, the giveaway wink. After all, here is a record which comes dressed in lilac and swimmingly drawn, ecstatic faces in a post-urban paradise, which proclaims on its cover, “SONGS for you to HEAR,” “SONGS for you to SING” and “SONGS for you to LISTEN.” On the rear is a picture of the band in a woodland glade, half obscured by leaves and branches; three earnest-looking men in suits and ties seated respectively at a keyboard, a stripped-down drumkit and an acoustic guitar, while gambolling with them, arms waving in the Woodstock ’69 air, is singer Becky Stark. Becky appears again on the back of the CD booklet, doing the Maria von Trapp pose with Hollywood glinting far beneath her. The booklet itself is all elegant handwriting and plaintive line drawings, along with fervent entreaties to “Come out! Come out and play!” and “Peace for ever and ever and Now! Love…” (they like their exclamation marks). At the centre of the CD itself is the legend, “Peace on Earth forever.” As Barry Manilow is apt to say about nearly everyone and everything, “But where’s the angle?”Well, if there is an angle to Lavender Diamond, I haven’t found it, and having listened to their album multiple times I’m rather ashamed of myself for thinking that there ever might have been. Because Lavender Diamond mean it; the first person plural in Imagine Our Love means “the world” or “humanity,” and overall the record more than fulfils its ambition of a musical balm of solace, a tender embrace to help rescue tired or damaged souls and lift them up to somewhere and something better.But of course it would be worthless if it had just been “pretty.” There is true beauty throughout Imagine Our Love, but never are we allowed to forget just how hard won such beauty and harmony tend to be. Musically you could, at a long stretch, locate them in the Cowboy Junkies/Mazzy Star ballpark…but the way the group handles its modest resources, and in great particular Becky Stark’s voice, make it something unprecedented.And Becky Stark’s voice is something special. The opener “Oh No” begins with a slowed down “I Love Rock ‘N’ Roll” rhythm with added Pharaoh Sanders bells before Ron Regé Jr’s drums (he’s also responsible for all the artwork) suddenly impose their authority (so it turns into a slightly mellower “Wake Up”). Stark’s contralto is incredibly pure; there are strong hints of the influence of the Sundays’ Harriet Wheeler in her higher range, but there is something peculiarly parallel to the opening of the Amerie album in its sad observation that “It’s such a sad and grey day” before Stark goes into a mantra of “When will I love again?” over very minimal but deep accompaniment; again and again she sings the line, in some cases with a barely suppressed sob ebbing out of the “again.” Then you read the sleevenote and find that the song was written on “the day the first bombs fell on Baghdad.” It is devastating.“The Garden Rose” also proceeds placidly, with huge Patti Page strings and a loping C&W ballad rhythm – no, not that far away from Judee Sill – with Stark’s voice sweet but resolute, the question mark underlined by the totally unexpected chord change every fourth bar. She sings of latent regret but quiet underlying determination – “I’ll never stop a bullet, but a bullet might stop me” – before resorting to a lonesome “owoo-hoo” elongated, ethereal vocal. Note how her voice chokes up on “through” in the line “And I’ll never sweep the alley, though the alley might be clean” – and again we learn that this peacefully tormented song is “our battle cry!…a love song, and a song of revolt!” Rebellion comes in many forms, and the most persuasive is usually the least obvious. “My Shadow Is A Monday” follows much the same pattern, though it is a muted prayer of rejection of the forces which compel people, bind them into jobs they hate, lifestyles they can neither afford nor need.Many of the songs deploy long-held repetition to a degree that they do seem like invocatory prayers, slowly nudging the revelation along. The heartbreaking “I’ll Never Lie Again” relies on just a few observations – “Oh God,” “I tried so many times to get truth out of a lie” – repeated so dreamily and so despondently that you want to weep, despite the song opening up for the strings and woodwinds to come in on Stark’s “ba-ba-ba-ba”s. Likewise, “Like An Arrow” has just one motif, “Oh, like an arrow, closer” echoed over a trip hop loop – and yet it somehow manages to say everything.Sometimes they up the tempo; both “Side Of The Lord,” their rueful “comedy song” about political indecision, and “Here Comes One” are strangely reminiscent in structure and outlook to Ray Davies, though with added teeth if needed – observe the piano which starts angrily hammering on the line “Oh, you walk down the street, and you work so hard!” immediately succeeded by Stark’s own, unexpectedly strident howl of “Well, let me tell you!”But the slowest burning songs cut the deepest. “Dance Until Tomorrow” rises very gradually, steadily and logically over its six minutes or so, like an even more patient Fairport Convention, until the emotion cumulates in the emphatic “see” of “I can see this road is forever!” “Find A Way,” a friendly warning to their home city not to kill itself (“You find a way – to love!”), is the most obviously Cowboy Junkies-esque song here, but feel those strings which emerge from the ocean on the line “rising to meet you” and the song’s closing resolution of bells. “When You Wake For Certain,” the closer, is the record’s most harmonically adventurous song – the “ba ba”s here again remind me of Stereolab – leading to a ruefully smiling singalong about “falling so far – into the night,” in other words, out of the cradle of childhood into the harsher realities of life. Once more an emotional peak is reached with Stark’s wordless voice – of lament, or of promise – and the song’s central question “When you wake for certain, will you still be hurting?” reflected by its closing question mark of a three-part harmonic descent at song’s, and record’s end, as if to say: well, it’s up to you, but if I were you I’d come and join us. If humanity looks out for each other and catches our various falls, then we cannot hurt.And the album’s glorious apex is “Bring Me A Song.” In the notes, Stark says, simply, “For tenderness – that’s what we live for – for tenderness – every moment – there are no moments to spare!” and this song, another slowly-ascending epic, captures and liberates that emotion perfectly. Starting out as a simple piano waltz, Stark again prays for salvation (“Bring me a song/Something to feel/Bring me a song/Please make it real/Bring me a song/I need to heal”) but finds that she is also the saviour, because of course she is singing to the listener…”Nowhere to go? Come with me. No one to be? Be with me. Nothing to say? Speak from the heart. Nowhere to rest? Rest in my arms.”And all the while the emotional power is slowly, ever so carefully building up…and when the first triumphant key change occurs (at 3.23) and Stark’s voice becomes more passionate and inviting you feel you have been saved – go on, just follow the light – and yet again, after the climactic “Nowhere to go?” the song changes to yet a higher key (with infinitely less fuss, and infinitely more meaning, than, say, Oasis’ “All Around The World”) and with her final, blessed “Rest in my arms,” French horn and trombone emerge for a stately coda and I collapse, tired but finally free, into your arms. If you remember the unending hug that Kate Bush gave to Peter Gabriel’s “Don’t Give Up” then the whole of Imagine Our Love is a musical extension of that hug; don’t doubt, don’t look for any angle, just believe, radiate that belief in your own, newly confident light…and life and love await, renewed and endless.
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