Rome’s The Lone FurrowScott Weisswald
Rome is the project of Luxembourgish multi-instrumentalist Jerome Reuter. Genre-wise, one could call Rome “neofolk,” if one assumes that “neofolk” as a genre simply describes reedy guitars and deliberately vague attempts at mysticism. That describes the music of Rome to a T, a project that attempts to synthesize the often-complicated and esoteric music of the neofolk genre with Reuter’s brand of inane nihilism.
Rome follows the tradition of peeping-tom style grifters making tunes that include all manner of provocative, “fashy” music for ashamed listeners to indulge in with plausible deniability. Reuter goes out of his way to state that his band is not political, and dodges almost all questions about his work with a mock-humble, pretentious air that smacks more of disingenuousness than mystique. Of course, the subject matter that he chooses to tackle seems, on the surface, to be of interest to the Right, but handled with a looming disclaimer over the top that he isn’t glorifying any of these things, just “exploring” them with a useless, relativist dialectic.
His inspiration for creating music like this has no solid foundation. Sure, it’s about “change,” and “fear,” a cope obviously cribbed from a liberal interpretation of the Spenglerian ethos that guided his more honest predecessors. Reuter is a shameless man. Why? He claims that there are no answers to the problems of the modern age:
You just see the changes in the cities and on the major crossroads within Europe. Things are changing. Things are in uproar, and I witness this all around. I have the privilege of having friends in many different countries and I roam about quite a bit and so I got a real sense of how people are worried and frightened. Frightened of the right, frightened of the left, frightened of this new age that has swallowed us up. And no one has the answers.
I’d be more willing to excuse that line of reasoning if Reuter was making any other music than this, with any other lyrics than this, with any other aesthetic than this. His claim that there exist no “answers” to the woes of the current year is the mark of a man who either does not understand by ineptitude or refuses to understand by deceit the subject matter that he pilfers for his pet projects. What man gets to the bottom of a glass of anti-modernism and decides that the path forward is unclear? The simple answer is that no one does, unless they’re a patent fool; and knowing Reuter and his talents, this exemption most certainly does not apply to him.
Previous Rome albums include works like Passage to Rhodesia, in which the Rhodie conflict is reduced to nothing more than a tepid musing on whatever brotherhood is, and Le Ceneri de Heliodoro, which curiously incorporated a sample from Enoch Powell’s famous “Rivers of Blood.” When asked about things like this, Reuter is keen to dismiss any real consequences or meaning. “Will there be rivers of blood?” he asks himself; “maybe,” and “I hope not,” he replies.
This record, The Lone Furrow, incorporates just about every trope imaginable on a late-era neofolk record. There are complex instrumentals that veer dangerously close to bardcore, obligatory choral sections and interludes, nods to the industrial period, and a heaping dose of non-committal and hamfisted references to the aesthetics and themes of the Right. These run the gamut from obvious and painful, like the track “Kali Yuga über alles,” plenty of oblique critiques about the modern world defanged of suggested alternatives, and a musical palette that could have been ripped from any ambitious period drama soundtrack under the sun. There are lines about carrying torches. How quaint!
Furrow is enjoying some small acclaim from the toothless, including nonprofits supported by the Luxembourgish government itself, as a “demolition of the despiritualized modern age.” But what could be more modern than a project like this? Sure, Reuter and his guests are bitching about unnamed modern malaise — but it’s an incredibly decadent sort of bitching, one that uses such a rich philosophical language and musical tradition to reach no conclusions, make no bold statements, and go nowhere other than where Reuter started: as a man comfortable with his position of being slightly edgy in the mainstream. Rome is to neofolk what Behemoth is to black metal; a PG-13 facsimile of excitingly dangerous material made appropriate for the modern age by kissing men on stage. Nergal, of Behemoth, appears on this album, by the way.
Consider this litmus test: who would be made uncomfortable by this album? Really, nobody; there is nothing on this record that would offend the sensibilities of some rune-”reclaiming” Leftist, of a Rightist, of an apolitical neofolk fan. Therein lies the naked truth of Rome’s music, as none of Reuter’s lyrics cross a line that would prevent open-ended interpretations. This is marching music for everyone, whether European liberals who engage in Lisa Simpson-esque crusades (“We can do that, too!”) or Americans who are content to hear something that sounds medieval after soaking in a vat of radio brain poison their entire life. If this is everyone’s music, then it is also nobody’s music. I, for one, prefer my revolutionary tunes free of European Union endorsements.
It’s a shame that Reuter does this, as he’s obviously an incredibly talented musician. The instrumental work on Furrow approaches some incredible sonic peaks, and it is clear that Reuter has matured substantially in his composition style since his last release. But all of this is a backdrop to him clawing at a sum of nothing, playing with the fire of anti-modernism without ever straying too close to the bathroom curtains. Something about these aesthetics draw him in, get him curious; but you’re not allowed to incorporate any of these themes into your work without appropriate detachment.
If there is one word to describe this album, and perhaps the whole body of Rome’s work, it is porn. It’s porn of the slickest kind. The music and production are all inescapably beautiful, like actors and actresses, but the act that they are engaging in is but a performance for prying eyes unable to recreate the tantalizing scenes that excite them the most. If fascism is sex, then this is masturbation. It’s an opportunity to peek behind the curtain and watch a little spectacle unfold that you’re too ashamed to tell anyone you enjoy. If you get caught with your pants down, you can just pretend you were curious.
Look, I get it. The Right is sexy. But we’re a culture, not your costume.
Author’s note: I would like to thank Fróði Midjord for his input into writing this review. Find him here and here.
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Wow, the Crystal Castles fan, the DI6 canonizer, finally takes on those dirty Rome boys. So, do you think the Beatles were good?
Ha ha I was reminded of Frodi’s comments on Rome in a recent GTK episodes, while reading…however I must disagree that Rome’s body of work is right-wing flirtation at least as implied in article, from what I’m aware of at least Rome’s better efforts it’s was more left-wing flirtation in an old European context, e.g. ‘Flowers From Exile’ about Spanish Civil War, the Republicans are clearly who he favours, ‘Die Æsthetik Der Herrschaftsfreiheit’ which is heavily influenced by mischling Peter Weiss’s ‘The Aesthetics of Resistance’ which is about anti-fascist resistance in Germany and Spain.
Neofolk is just generic. They all use the same elements ad nauseam: fashy aesthetics, vague lyrics, an acoustic guitars.
I’ve been listening neofolk from years, and arrived to a conclusion: neofolk is just a bunch of pretentious pseudomusicians trying to be intellectual, edgy and fashy while at the same denying they’re Fascists, or Men of the Right in general.
Even when there are some good songs here and there, in general they are (musically and lyrically) pretty standard. Just listen to Von Thronstahl, they are basically the AC/DC of neofolk, recording the same song over and over again.
One could forgive neofolk its cliches if the vocal and instrumental performances and production were up to scratch. Unfortunately that is seldom the case.
If neofolk alone were to represent our civilisation on the plane of music one would have to concede the superiority of the Black African race.
I think it is clear by now that it is a dead end. A more promising route might be to explore actual European folk music, paying attention to authenticity of setting and meticulous musicianship – no more strumming and singing out of tune! When has been mastered, new material might again be attempted.
Lol when the Left and Right are disappointed when artists aren’t ideologues. Most good art gives breathing room for interpretation, as this contributes to art’s “artistic” quality.
Who says that Rome is flirting with right-wing ideas? The example given in the article is “Kali Yuka über Alles” – which references the far-left band Dead Kennedys and includes an audio clip of Roger Scruton. Scruton was somewhat right-wing, but it’s hardly flirting to include an outright clip of him. Possibly, the Kali Yuga in the title is inspired by the book Journeys in the Kali Yuga by Aki Cederberg, who appears on another track, but that’s hardly nuch of a right-wing book either. I think the reviewer here is imagining a flirtation that simply doesn’t exists, and gets unnecessarily blueballed. The neofolk gerne itself, of course, doesn’t originally have anything to do with folk music, but with the alienated, super-bourgeois industrial music movement; Rome I would say represents one of the more mature parts of it, escaping much of the punk rock subculturalism of the early bands. The reviewers seems to be dissatisfied that Rome isn’t more subcultural, referencing the black metal scene as something dangerous, made for grown-ups…
Nicely said! Do you write regularly anywhere? I would love to read more of your thoughts and criticisms.
Curious review. I admit to be interested by some of the points made. For this I thank you reviewer. Other times it is downright sloppy though. For instance you entire paragraph :
“When asked about things like this, Reuter is keen to dismiss any real consequences or meaning. “Will there be rivers of blood?” he asks himself; “maybe,” and “I hope not,” he replies.”
Your source for this is that bardo mythology interview yes ? Well Scott either you don’t know how to read an article, which is dissapointing, either you had already reached a conclusion on the artist and are twisting your sources to support your claim. Indeed those words you are quoting Reuter never said them, they are instead part of a question that is asked to him.
Honestly Scott trying to psychologize the artists (as that other awful attempt you did with DAF’s Lopez) is a spiky territory that allows reviewers an easy getaway to sound smart when you’re basically doing pub talk. I’m over this style of writing and I’m just a brat who loves pub talk.
Grow up scott and don’t manipulate your sources in that fashion. The Rome dude barely barely does any interviews, has an extensive catalogue of taking inspiration from revolutionary movements and gets EU support (which basically means nobody listens to you in the entire world) yet you try to carve him as a mainstream jordan peterson of music. This is all too easy Scott.
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