Illiyeen is visual artist Eliyah Mesayer’s fictional state for the stateless, a group to which the artist herself belonged until just a few years ago. Since 2019, she has continuously added national symbols in Illiyeen’s characteristic black color, and today the state has its own postal service, national anthem, uniform, navy – and a steadily expanding list of collaborators.

It’s a clever concept, at once tightly defined and completely open. Because the state is nomadic and collective, it can arise anywhere and include a wider circle of like-minded artists, such as Angel Wei from Haloplus+ and the poet Zahna Siham Benamour. It is a state of mind.

At Den Frie, it was the drum duo Thicket – Adam »CCsquele« Nielsen and Dan Kjær Nielsen – who performed from opposite sides of a split drum kit. Through an improvised drum solo so energetic that drumsticks flew through the air, they explored the shared rhythm that emerged, broke apart, and shifted character along the way. A fitting symbol of Illiyeen’s community: a constant negotiation and coordination of tempo and movement.

Along the way, the toms gave way to a recorded sound piece, a spherical electronic composition with subdued spoken word woven into the soundscape. The work originated from an earlier installation but was extended for the occasion, with added acoustic elements recorded by Cæcilie Trier and Xenia Xamanek. It carried a mournful, sensitive vibe that stood in sharp contrast to the thundering intensity of the drums. Mesayer’s poetic, black-clad universe and Thicket’s simultaneously tight and improvisational energy bursts blended perfectly into a community one longed to be part of.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielzcarek

The first time I heard the title of this opera, I was reminded of Franz Kafka’s grotesque short story In the Penal Colony (1914-19), in which a prisoner is sentenced to have his punishment – a warning – engraved on his skin, after which he must feel for himself what is written. In Written on Skin, which premiered in 2012 and quickly became something of a modern classic in opera houses around the world, the writing on the skin takes the form of caresses from a young illustrator who, in fact (!), is an angel. The story is set in the 13th century and appeared in Boccaccio’s Decameron from the following century, but it might just as well take place in a dystopian future.

In a land ravaged by war, violence, and horror, the illustrator is hired to create a book for a tyrannical and ultra-violent landowner, who, among other things, regards his wife’s body as his private property. The illustrator/angel, however, embarks on a passionate affair with this wife, and all hell breaks loose. Naturally, they both die, leaving the landowner alone with his bitter, useless victory, while the angel is resurrected and thereby becomes the true victor – and perhaps even a queer figure, as suggested by the voice type (countertenor).

The Royal Danish Opera’s production is highly convincing. Benjamin’s music roars and crashes, yet at the same time is curiously hushed in its distinctly economical use of means. It is hard as steel forks that, by some magic, are bent again and again, while its at times extremely powerful volume inscribes itself on the eardrums’ skin in silky writing.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek

Første gang, jeg hørte titlen på denne opera, måtte jeg tænke på Franz Kafkas groteske novelle I Straffekolonien (1914-19), hvor en fange bliver dømt til at skulle få sin straf – en formaning – indgraveret på huden, hvorefter han så skal mærke efter, hvad der står. I Written on Skin, der fik sin premiere i 2012 og hurtigt er blevet en slags moderne klassiker i operahuse verden over, er skriften på huden derimod kærtegn fra en ung illustrator, som i virkeligheden (!) er en engel. Historien er fra 1200-tallet og indgik i Boccaccios kollektivfortælling Dekameron fra det efterfølgende århundrede, men kunne lige så godt foregå i en dystopisk fremtid. 

I et land, hvor krig, vold og rædsel hærger, bliver illustratoren ansat til at lave en bog af en tyrannisk og ultravoldelig herremand, der bl.a. betragter sin hustrus krop som sin helt private ejendom. Illustratoren/englen indleder dog et passioneret forhold til denne hustru, og så er fanden løs. Naturligvis dør de begge, og herremanden står alene tilbage med sin bitre, ubrugelige sejr, mens englen genopstår og derved bliver den egentlig triumferende – og er måske en queerfigur, hvad stemmetypen (kontratenor) kunne indikere.

Det Kgl. Teaters opsætning er særdeles overbevisende. Benjamins musik larmer og brager, men er samtidig besynderlig tyst med sin udpræget økonomiske anvendelse af virkemidler. Den er hård som stålgafler, der på magisk vis bliver bøjet igen og igen, samtidig med at den undertiden meget kraftige lydstyrke skriver sig ind på trommehindernes hud med silkeblød skrift. 

»Your eyes are in reality luminous tunnels to another reality.« So goes one of the key lines in the opening song of Bent Sørensen’s song cycle Popsange, inspired by texts by Michael Strunge. It sets the tone and points toward the recurring lyrical themes: all-consuming love, the shared journey toward another place – and the eyes, always the eyes, appearing in almost every single song.

Mathias Monrad Møller sings with great sensitivity, bringing the text to life, and his interplay with Linda Dahl Laursen is strong. Yet Popsange has much more in common with lieder than with actual songs – not least because of the text’s at times highly poetic language. The tender, almost naïve voice of the lyrics receives its most convincing counterpoint from the piano, as in »Illusion«, where it first follows and supports the words, only to break out into rapid, dissonant chords that interrupt and almost mock the singer.

Still, traces of pop music can be found here and there. »Tid og rum« builds on repetitions with small variations, much like the verses of a pop song. And in »Hjertestrøm«, Møller colors his voice with a timbre that could easily fit on a pop album – not least because the piano here is delicate and playful, giving the voice more freedom.

All in all, Popsange is a pleasant listening experience, but I miss the presence of David Bowie and Lou Reed on the musical front. The work is at its most innovative where it dares to embrace pop. Imagine if the texts had been carried by actual verses, hooks, and choruses – elements that might have turned them into true earworms.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek

»Dine øjne er i virkeligheden lysende tunneller til en anden virkelighed.« Sådan lyder en af nøglelinjerne i åbningssangen til Bent Sørensens sangcyklus Popsange inspireret af tekster af Michael Strunge. Den slår tonen an og peger mod de gennemgående lyriske temaer: den altopslugende kærlighed, rejsen sammen mod et andet sted – og øjnene, altid øjnene, der dukker op i næsten hver eneste sang.

Mathias Monrad Møller synger med indlevelse og giver teksten liv, og samspillet med Linda Dahl Laursen er stærkt. Alligevel har Popsange langt mere karakter af lieder end af egentlige sange – ikke mindst på grund af tekstens til tider stærkt poetiske sprog. Den inderlige, næsten naive stemme i lyrikken får sit mest overbevisende modspil fra klaveret, som i »Illusion«, hvor det først følger og understøtter ordene, men snart bryder ud i hurtige, dissonerende anslag, der afbryder og næsten håner sangeren.

Men popmusikken anes hist og her. »Tid og rum« bygger på gentagelser med små variationer, som var det versene i en popsang. Og i »Hjertestrøm« farver Møller sin stemme med en klang, der uden problemer kunne passe ind på et popalbum – ikke mindst fordi klaveret her er spinkelt og legende og dermed giver stemmen friere plads.

Alt i alt er Popsange en behagelig lytteoplevelse, men jeg savner, at David Bowie og Lou Reed også mærkes på den musikalske front. Værket er nemlig klarest fornyende dér, hvor det tør tage poppen på sig. Tænk, hvis teksterne var blevet båret af faktiske vers, hooks og omkvæd – elementer, der kunne have gjort dem til reelle ørehængere.