Nite Flights is pitch perfect in every conceivable way, down to the title - watching whole cities pass you by - cities with no names, with people you'll never talk to...lights gone.
This is Scott Walker's nightmarish renderings of disco and post-punk. Maybe with Joy Division you can see the bottom dropping out from under you, but when you follow this album and Scott Walker's other three uber-death-rattle-schizo-sinatra albums, Climate of the Hunter the Tilt and the Drift, what you get is such a cohesively fragile piece of reality whose mood can hardly be described in words - you really have no clue where he is going to lead you.
There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger passing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs
The stiches torn and broke
The raw meat fist you choke
Has hit the bloodlite
Actually the first four tracks are the only ones worth mentioning - the 6 after were composed by the other two members, the whole a very disjointed reunion album. Considering, the last tracks might have made for a decent album on its own, but Mr. Scott's compositions cast a very large shadow on everything around him..
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