Close to the Frozen Borderline: The Wonderful and Frightening World of Nico.
A little while ago I wrote about The Velvet Underground and how, until recently, I’d struggled with them over the years (you can read that here). The two things that had kept me interested were John Cale and Nico, thanks in large part to their work on the latter’s second LP, an album for which their creative union bore the richest fruit. According to a recent Record Collector review, when completed, the album prompted John Cale – who had recently been fired from the band – to present a copy to Lou Reed and pronounce, “This is what we could’ve done!”
Listening to The Marble Index brings to mind the scene in Jean Cocteau’s surrealist film ‘Orpheus’, in which the protagonist steps through the mirror and takes his first few unsteady and disorienting steps into the afterlife. As pretentious as that might sound, it’s an album that doesn’t encourage humdrum imagery; it isn’t a normal record, and it isn’t easy listening. It is not just Otherworldly but Netherworldly, and we take a trip through that Netherworld with Nico as our guide and John Cale the ferryman. There is no other album like it, the only other that comes anywhere near close is the follow-up, the more straightforward, but still dazzling ‘Desertshore’, although, if forced to pin down another, the Third Ear Band’s ‘Alchemy’ does inhabit a similar sonic universe in terms of its dense, exotic, medieval-sounding musical canvas and sense of portent.
The Marble Index is a world within a world, both safe and threatening; Cale and Nico, the darkness and the light. If ‘Ari’s Song’ was to be the first song that you ever heard, and the acapella session track ‘Nibelungen’ the last, there would be something quite neat and poetic about that – a life ushered in by a Nico lullaby, and for that same austere but strangely comforting voice to lead you by the hand to the afterlife, an ethereal exit from the forest of life. And a dark, foreboding forest is exactly what Cale conjures with his neo-classical, off-kilter arrangements, both at odds with Nico’s song structures but at the same time complimenting them perfectly. It’s the combination of Nico’s timeless vocal tones, sparse harmonium and Cale’s ominous, claustrophobic ambience that sets the album apart.
I would go on to discuss the album further and give a little insight into its making, but there seems little point when I could refer you instead to a typically comprehensive and entertaining review from Julian Cope, lifted from the Head Heritage website. So here it is:
https://www.headheritage.co.uk/unsung/albumofthemonth/nico-the-marble-index
“And yet the desperate truth is that no transcendental art can be made without those willing to walk at the edges on our behalf.”
Reissues of The Marble Index and Desertshore are available now.