Nico - Mutterlein

Desertshore, Nico (1971) “The anemic, moribund, suspenseful atmospheres penned by her church-like harmonium and Cale’s viola belonged to a catacomb. By now, it was more than fatalism: it was eternal angst. It was fear, both bleak and majestic, leading to a mental paralysis that was both childish and cosmic. Each song was an enigma, and the singer a sphinx. But she was also an explorer, albeit an explorer of the inner world. Nico’s cadaveric, petrified voice wandered through the labyrinth of a wasted mind