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X-TG - Desertshore / The Final Report

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Alexis Petridis
The Guardian, Thursday 22 November 2012

★★★★★ 5/5

X-TG
Desertshore/The Final Report
Industrial Records
2012

Of all the bands who've staged reunions over last decade or so, perhaps the most vexing was that of industrial pioneers Throbbing Gristle. The four members' intention was presumably to see what new artistic paths they might forge together, almost a quarter of a century after they split acrimoniously. And yet reunions are almost unavoidably predicated on nostalgia. Delightful as it was to hear audiences deliriously greeting music as relentlessly negative and unpleasant as Slug Bait or What a Day, the very idea of a reformed TG playing what you might loosely term "the hits" to a rapturous response – or even performing a classic album live in its entirety, as they did on the 30th anniversary of their legendarily punishing debut, The Second Annual Report – seemed somehow at odds with the very essence of Throbbing Gristle, whose frontman Genesis P-Orridge once claimed: "We try to imagine the audience are already dead and then we don't have to refer to their wants or desires or feel we're trying to pander to what they want us to be." Furthermore, here was a band who set out to be the very antithesis of a rock group – "to burst open the blistered lie rock'n'roll culture was telling about rebellion and transgression", as the sleeve notes to this two-CD set put it – behaving suspiciously like a rock group.


A TG fan troubled by this might have felt reassured by the announcement of the Desertshore project in 2007. Here was an idea only Throbbing Gristle would come up with: a complete reworking of Nico's fearsome 1971 album, the initial recording sessions for which took place in front of an audience at the ICA. You could never have confused the latter with a gig: the sessions began at noon and went on for 12 hours, with the band members "bickering, recording, playing back, retaking, wandering about, joking with each other, and drinking cups of tea" rather than engaging with their audience. The initial results were released on a 12-CD box set, but the album project was derailed: first Genesis P-Orridge left TG midway through a European tour, then Peter "Sleazy" Christopherson, apparently the driving force behind the project, died unexpectedly in his sleep in November 2010.

His bandmates Chris Carter and Cosey Fanni Tutti's decision to finish the album as a tribute to Christopherson, using guest vocalists, has proved controversial, despite the fact that it doesn't bear Throbbing Gristle's name – a brief war of words erupted on Twitter with an aggrieved P-Orridge – but listening to it, you are grateful they did. For one thing, the choice of source material is inspired: by the early 70s, Nico was a very Throbbing Gristley kind of artist – more indebted to the European avant garde than anything in the rock canon, her vision so bleak and parched and confrontational it virtually defied audiences to enjoy it. In addition, the original Desertshore album is so sparse it allows a lot of room for interpretation: its spaces are filled here by clanking rhythm tracks, droning synthesisers, bursts of fearsome guitar noise and mournful, foghorn-like blasts of brass.

It is a resolutely downcast listen, as you might expect given both the grim tenor of Nico's songs and the circumstances of its creation. The final track, featuring an array of voices – from Mute Records' founder Daniel Miller to avant-garde artist Vicki Bennett – each bidding Christopherson farewell with the words "meet me on the desertshore" over a backing of spectral piano chords and echoing electronics is incredibly moving. Equally, there is real beauty amid the darkness. The moment when Antony Hegarty's vocal emerges from the murky noise of Janitor of Lunacy is genuinely spine-tingling: his voice has become a familiar sound, but as with his guest appearance on Hercules and Love Affair's Blind, a different musical context reminds you what a strange and unique thing it is. Marc Almond's version of The Falconer, meanwhile, is gorgeous and richly melodic – not adjectives often associated with the oeuvre of Throbbing Gristle, but ones that equally apply to My Only Child, sung by Tutti. While Almond approaches his song in full-on tragic diva mode to considerable effect, Tutti's voice is plaintive and unadorned, and the song's melody has an oddly Christmas carol-like quality, the music behind her crashing and booming.

Desertshore is paired with a second CD, featuring recordings Carter, Tutti and Christopherson made together under the name X-TG shortly before the latter's death. They're the kind of threatening electronic studio improvisations that provide the bedrock of Throbbing Gristle's original back catalogue. They feel more fresh and potent than anything on TG's 2006 studio album, Part Two: The Endless Not. It's as if abandoning the Throbbing Gristle name, and the legendary reputation that went with it, somehow freed the remaining trio to explore at liberty and make music full of intriguing possibilities. That was precisely the point of Throbbing Gristle in the first place: as a result, Desertshore/The Final Report ends up a perfect epitaph, not merely for Peter Christopherson, but for the band whose name isn't on the cover.