Attila Hegedus. Australia - Solo Acoustic Alternative Rock.
Growing up in Melbourne Australia, the ‘Music Bug’ bit Attila hard at the age of 16 and really took a piece out of him. Beginning his musical apprenticeship at a time when the Australian original music scene was extremely fertile, gave Attila the necessary tools and experience to turn music and song writing into a successful lifelong journey.
While the first few acoustic steel guitar strings picked might bring to memory Emerson, Lake & Palmer’s “I Believe in Father Christmas” it will be Attila Hegedus’s breathy and hypnotic voice like that of Peter Steele of Type O Negative, his deep dark voice like that of Nick Cave of Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, and his articulate bass baritone like that of Brad Roberts of Crash Test Dummies plunging this song into an ethereal valley of water, flames and shadows of the sacred and profane of our lives. His voice lingers long at the end of each line wanting not to lose the details of a dream too real.
Perhaps this angel who left her “disguise, on a shelf for you to view” has put a gift in a bookstore much like Shakespeare & Co to be found by a hospitable stranger who needth of this valorous booketh to help with getting through each day... “You gave me desires, you know, I never thought I’d care”, “I never thought I’d feel, to believe.” Uplifting guitar chord melody with backing Nord organ-like brushing waves Hegedus sings what you might have felt when your grey, bleak, shadowed and withdrawn life was outshined by an unbelievable blessing of hope... “sunshine you share helps me through the day”... words powerful enough for you to walk through, up and out of the valley of death… leaving, as said in the “I Believe in Father Christmas” song: “anguish, pain and sadness” behind.
Good song. Words worth storing in one’s heart to find later when you need to let go of the grey.
There are certain times in our lives when a severe loss can work its way closer to our souls, our most protected part of who we are, and put so much pressure against it that we feel as if we might not matter anymore… “I’m grasping to the ledge”. Perhaps we have found ourselves left with nothing after a messy divorce, when land we had was taken from us by public domain “They took my land and let me go”, a day so filled with so much grey we just wanted to hide inside the plight of others “let me hide inside your grey day”.
This song starts with a wee bit of noise of a coming bothered day with fuzz sticking to it before the waking acoustic guitar string plucks to take hold of the daily grind. Vocals are compressed by a vacuum deep down. Every word sung to the end of each verse feels like a struggle to keep from slithering through the holes in the wall while every ounce of our strength is used to reach upward and closer to the dark angel we can see coming to our rescue… “But when that cold wind blows, With such dark, and lies, I’m drawn right into her eyes”. With supportive light drumming and high pitched upper keyboard synth with bass pacing behind the romance is secured by “the waves surround my every move”.
Remember what has enveloped you with inviting sensation will keep you “swimming”.
3. Facing A Day
This deep voiced cowboy stands staring across the open plain into the darkening horizon wondering if the next door will be as hypnotic as the last one. Bedtime will be coming soon… “Into the night I crawl, into my favourite hole”. Too many “a day on my own”. Again, the electronic kick drum booms start, the fat bass guitar strings set the tone, the single piano notes remind me it’s time and the vibing plucks of metal strings still rattle my stubborn barbed heart. Heard too are faint blues like a whisper played on a Rhodes or a Hohner Pianet by an old friend who knows the story. Forget the EQ - my words will stretch to the back wall while I walk around this stage “Wishing”.
I am older and too mature now “endlessly, helplessly just wondering”: Will this night “feed my fire”? Will I be “who’s caressing your fantasy” like used to do? Or will the hollows in my voice remain forever “Sheltered away from my soul”?
This is the most touching, emotional and eloquently sung song of lingering grief. It speaks volumes for those who carry their own hope wherever they go and says it’s ok if they do.
Fighting is like strumming hard-to-move steel strings of a guitar for every march forward while single plucks sound off hard-to-imagine decisions “A way with words but not with life” while one’s heart bleeds from sharp knives thrown at it “... knife cuts is sharp and it cuts right through”. Those in the line of duty - police, detectives, security forces, soldiers, and people fighting to save lives and homes from fires and flooding - know well “You had no choice but to lead the way” in that “carnival of tortured times, hid beneath the scars and grime”.
Expressive words sing first inside a controlled reverb to compel the listener to feel the unrest. And later, after the noise, the blended organ notes come too close to imagine a break from the fighting, the cries of drums lead to the cavalcade of those with the same message to press on to resolve the conflict so their hearts can rest, so the madness will stop and their eyes can see beyond the “tears of salt”.
The ending? Abrupt to signal the return to a safer future, to rebuild and to remember to honor those who helped others during a live crisis theatre!
5. Haze of Craze
Oh yeah, the church organ on that tiny stage, guitars on stands, mics pointing to the back wall and that crammed in drum set too. So there I am, just after work, at my usual table where I “sit in silence” hoping my “Haze of Craze” cloudy IPA “will harness” another eve of empty wonder “will anger own this day” and, as always, I throw my head back, roll my eyes and wimp out “I.... think so.”
That organ starts up one key at a time, guitar steel strings strum away and the drummer pounds the kick drum, bangs the cymbals and hits the toms to keep the music moving as the singer steps up to the mic and starts singing, in his seasoned, deep, rich and smooth bass sound, verse after verse without any hesitation just like the voices around me… “the conversations play”. I’m hoping I can get “lost while you’re contemplating”, but that bloody “thought control is infiltrating” and so I “tow the line” like “all nights”.
This “on your way” harmony, fuzz pedaling guitar solos, and foot tapping beat lets out the best of my proud display of this “crime of freedom”. I’ll be back tomorrow night as soon as I get off work.
6. Seas of Want
Sometimes it takes a song for a parent to sing out a message to their own child living in their own protected world. And to do that well it has to be a solemn start to open a gripping emotion inside the them in the way a motion picture soundtrack does during the serious parts. The music and the voice has to be able to reach what the other holds faithfully as their solution for everything... “your weapon of love”. Perhaps it is a concerned father needing to tell his teen child to “Look outside yourself”, beyond their “bag of dreams” and “Face the world”, to open their blind eye at what’s happening around them: the “kidnapped children”, about the power happy who like “cannibals devour the nation”, and the “greed” all around them. And to say to that child ‘be aware’ that if they carry on with their attitude “people will think and reason” and “You’ll be torn apart”.
The work starts with that soundtrack sound and moves quickly to the hard thick guitar string plucks and the deep from the heart vocals calling out to the one to “Come inside here now”.
Hard piece to present. Harder still to know if the hopes sung will stick.
When I listened to this it took a while to imagine how a serenade might be from a woman in her bedroom rather than from the man outside below her window. And then the mention of the “caramel canvas” suggested a tent or teepee where she sleeps while her lover is out fighting where “heads collide”. What a difficult choice she might have to make to “walk in solitude” or “dance this masquerade” before falling asleep.
The piece starts out an acoustic piano melody shaped like a repeating broken and worried line in an image of a heartbeat signal. A slow moving higher pitched low voice sings out the scene inside that tent or teepee like thoughts suggesting she stops her pacing with “Complications spin you ‘round” and just “Lay down your passion on the ground” before going insane. Supportive synth sounds, drums and perhaps strings are soothing her enough to drop from her resistance where she nightly entertains her fears.
8. In Our Dreams
Love this mix a lot. I can flow with the harmony and relax. The melody is played on a grand piano with rim taps to steady and focus the mind. The metal plate sounding electric guitar three or four note melodies underneath each set of verses keeps away the distractions as do the chorus lines where the instruments blend like a refined jam. The vocals sound like a duet but could also be just the singer and his repeat seconds are behind catching up - a lulling technique to drop me deeper into my relaxation. It’s definitely like a dream “in a time of endless sleep” that will “isolate the mind” with bits of “the books we read” striving for more to feed it.
9. The Weight
The simplicity of piano and organ is often best for a finality decisions to save someone from harm, the pressure from the world out there, recapture, an enemy doing everything they can to find them “They’ll block the sun, till darkness comes”. To give hope by “hiding you from the searchers” through the night “till morning” brings relief “Feel the weight, just dissipate”. The rescuer will “let you breathe” and give the time to regain the strength that keeps them living on.
In between verse and chorus the tempo and jamming of instruments kicks in hard till rising up to sing out “you won’t give in” with a few reminders “I’ll hide you from the searchers and hold you till morning” to assure their safety.
So many times we’ve all needed this kind of caring reassurance from others to survive. Bravo!
10. I Need You
Facing the potential for loss is by far no comparison to realizing the one you really needed is out of reach “I’ve bottled up these feelings… with anger, I’m losing all control, for the light inside your window, tells me all there is to know”. So much of the deep voice, structure, loud drums and circling toms, the electric guitar work and harmonious synth working the melody expresses the same kind hurtful crying need in “Everything Dies” sung by Peter Steele of Type O Negative.
THIS is a classic goth rock song you want to keep listening to over and over while you drive aimlessly into the night searching for those you’ve lost touch with... “chasing shadows… wondering, which of them is you”.
I really love this artwork. Two children in all their innocence carving out what will become important later in their lives to get through the grey, to reach out to angels for help when no one else is around, to build the hope they need to keep going, to receive the gifts of service from others to get through a crisis or from that feeling they are being attacked from all sides. At their age they seek to explore the world around them to understand the unknown so later they find value in daily routines of even the mundane habit of getting lost in music and drink in silence after work, to ponder what those older say to get them back on track and to rely on their strength to hold-fast from the insanity of worry. That during their time maturing how they’ve taken care of each will still not drop their need to seek the comfort of the other after they are gone. That they want what they have no matter what happens.
(c) 2019 John Koudela III for DJD UK Global Music.