Dybbuk: Momus Sings Bowie
David Bowie is the cultural figure without whom Momus (and many other artists) simply wouldn’t have existed: a genius, a massively liberating presence producing prolifically throughout five decades, an enthusiastic index of cultural connections, a sort of internet-before-the-internet.
Like the dybbuk of Jewish mythology, Bowie was a sum of stolen souls, a collection of all the most impressive gestures and talents of cultural figures he’d encountered and been smitten by. In his Dybbuk cabaret Momus presented an unashamedly dark and leftfield take on Bowie’s work, concentrating on the early cabaret work, the demos, the flickering shadows of Brecht and Brel, the avant-garde and eccentric moments, the symphonic poems. Songs Bowie never performed live himself were unfurled in unexpected yet faithful new readings, accompanied by video projections showing the many imitators whose souls the great dybbuk so wonderfully spirited away.
Momus aka Nick Currie is an author, art-critic, professional thinker, blogger, singer and songwriter supreme. An early stalwart of the Creation Records label, Momus has, over the last 25 years, released almost as many albums, all of them innovative, intriguing, atypical and perverse.
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