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Critic's pick: Daniel Lanois, 'Flesh and Machine'

Critic's Pick

Daniel Lanois

Flesh and Machine

Flesh and Machine is the record that long-time Daniel Lanois enthusiasts always hoped he would make. After three decades of applying his stylistic ambience to other artists — namely albums that heightened or reignited the careers of U2, Peter Gabriel, Emmylou Harris, The Neville Brothers, Willie Nelson, Neil Young and a host of others — the producer, guitarist and song stylist turns his sonic invention to his own music on a gorgeously textured instrumental recording.

Lanois is no stranger to solo sessions. He has been cutting them since the late 1980s. But they have mostly yielded song-oriented works, rich with a mix of rootsy sparseness, rockish immediacy and atmospheric invitation. The focus of Flesh and Machine seems to be exclusively sound — specifically, a wash of guitar, voice and contributions from a few longtime pals processed into an often orchestral whole.

In some instances, recognizing the source music is impossible. In others, we hear fragments of melody, beat and groove, but they are seldom sustained. It seems Lanois was intent on creating an instrumental mood piece for the modern age that discouraged any close consideration of the sum of its parts.

The most dominant and most recognizable inspirations are the early '80s recordings Lanois helped design with his foremost mentor, Brian Eno.

On Two Bushas, in particular, the music flows in as if from the cosmos — chilled and spacious at one moment, lush but cautious the next. The comparisons to the Eno years become more intentional during the album-closing Forest City, a luscious, sustained celestial hum peppered by what seems like synthesized fairy dust. It is beautifully designed to get lost in.

But Flesh and Machine is far more than an Eno-esque tribute. After the ethereal, vocally processed album intro of Rocco, named for Rocco DeLuca, who provided the source singing, the album explodes into the The End, an ironic title for Flesh and Machine's second track, with a squall line of ruptured guitar speak from Lanois and free form bashing from longstanding drummer/compadre Brian Blade. The album quickly cools after that, but the attack of The End provides a balance that makes the grace and calm pervading the rest of the album all the more striking.

There are loads of other delights, including the brief cosmic pop reverie of My First Love.

All of this makes Flesh and Machine a sort of 36-minute sonic vacation. For full effect, put your life on hold as you listen, turn off the lights and let Lanois' earthy unrest and otherworldly calm envelop you.

Walter Tunis, Contributing Music Critic

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