Rock Bottom/Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard (Reedition LP)
1981

Robert Wyatt

   
 


 
NEW MUSICAL EXPRESS - 18 April 1981

Robert Wyatt: Rock Bottom / Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard (Virgin)

Richard Cook
 

THE REAPPEARANCE of Robert Wyatt's two Virgin albums (1974-5 vintage), now in a double package, is as welcome as a spring day after a relentless winter.
Rock Bottom is participatory. It's built around elementals: small groupings of players drop in and out of focus, with the mantric swirl of Wyatt's keyboards as constant. The aching vulnerability of his singing invites reactions – sharing, generous – this is no clarion call to sentiment! The gentle ebb and flow of 'Alifib/Alife' elicits a human response from machine and metal: the pristine clarity of Hugh Hopper's bass, Gary Windo's plaintive reeds. It seeps into the farewell of 'Little Red Robin Hood Hit The Road', Mike Oldfield's spindly guitar lines a centrepin of proud sorrow before resolution in Ivor Cutler's wide-eyed nursery rhyme.
But this is mere chalk and pins guidance. You're asked to make your own way through the fierce forest of trumpets that Mongezi Feza spreads over 'Little Red Riding Hood Hit The Road', choose your own meaning for the slender half-sense of the lyrics. Intensely personal, uniquely open-hearted, there is no other record like Rock Bottom.
The second album is more sharply drawn, perhaps less easily embraced. Side Ruth runs a twisted jazz-based course; the lilting swing of 'Sonia' gives way to a palpable wilderness of pain in 'Team Spirit', a jab in the guts of remorse settled by the serene dignity of Charlie Haden's 'Song For Che'. Side Richard's voice-piano extemporisations are the counterweight, unfolding like the sepia-toned pages of a forgotten diary.
If these records spell out a sadness that seems to border on despair they are, equally, uplifting in Wyatt's resolve to come to terms with his situation and the simple triumph of creating music of true beauty.




 
Q, August 1989

Robert Wyatt: Rock Bottom / Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard (Virgin)

Martin Aston
 

NOW ON CD: how Robert Wyatt found beauty in the aftermath of personal disaster.

Robert Wyatt's five luminous and investigative years as Soft Machine's drummer/vocalist and subsequently as instigator behind Matching Mole's two albums literally took a tumble – from out of a third floor window at a party given by the ex-Soft Machine/Gong man Daevid Allen, to be exact. Tragic circumstances in rock circles usually end in death, with all artistic achievements suspended in aspic, and Wyatt would have undoubtedly been an "example" of a true British progressive musician (Canterbury Arts division), but permanent paralysis from the waist down only put an end to Wyatt's drumming, not his mind.

Self-explanatory and gravely humorous in its choice of title, Rock Bottom was composed during six arduous, painful months of hospital recovery and rehabilitation; it's no wonder the album's mood is deeply personal, traumatic and yet uncannily dignified and resolute, with his wife Alfie's cover painting of three playful teenage girls at the beach above a handful of sea plants rooted to the seabed the most unnerving of reflections.

You'll have to travel inside albums such as John Lennon's Plastic Ono Band and Van Morrison's Astral Weeks to find equivalent states of raw self-examination, although Rock Bottom is painted with very different hues. Several Matching Mole songs predated this calming but emotionally quivering sound, etched out by Wyatt's distinctively plaintive English warble over a probing bass, simmering keyboards and fragile percussion – Wyatt finds odd objects like a tray, battery or "Jamie's drum" for percussion, or dispenses with rhythms altogether – but Rock Bottom stretches the mood further out. The sound of a genuinely new kind of electronic, minimalist jazz, it's something like the tide on the album cover, and has the therapeutic effect of an isolation tank.

There are only six tracks; 'Alifib' and 'Alife' are aching drifts, dominated by breathing and childlike mutterings, 'Sea Song' is another beautifully drifting paean to Alf, 'A Last Straw' shifts gears with an almost military drum pattern (by Laurie Allen) while 'Little Red Riding Hood Hits The Road' and its Red Robin Hood counterpart over on side two are more congested, ensemble pieces, the former driven by Mongezi Feza's trumpet beside Wyatt's delirious babble, as physical pain gives way to painful guilt, the latter resting on Mike Oldfield's long and winding guitar, but both coloured by Ivor Cutler's inspired nursery rhyme of a narrative.

From 1974, Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard was naturally more outgoing and playful, revising Soft Machine's jazz-rock structures and improvisations and collaborating with new-found allies, instrumentally like Gary Windo on sax and clarinet throughout, and in writing, like Fred Frith on the four-part 'Muddy Mouse A'/'Muddy Mouse B', ex-Softie bassist Hugh Hopper on the bluesy shuffle 'Soup Song', while Mongezi Feza's 'Sonia' and Charlie Haden's 'Song For Che' are treated with a solemn reverence. Wyatt's only solo piece, 'Solar Flares', like 'Muddy Mouse C', maintains Rock Bottom's restless, resolving motion.

Over 15 years on, there has never been anything quite like the effect of this pair, and one realises there never will be. Wyatt soon wheeled himself on to Top Of The Pops with, of all things, The Monkees' 'I'm A Believer', and then off toward Communist agit-pop, witnessed by his only other hit, Elvis Costello's 'Shipbuilding'. Another unique English musical eccentric a waits your undivided attention.




 
       

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