New Blood

~ Release group by Peter Gabriel


Release Format Tracks Date Country Label Catalog# Barcode
Half Blood Digital Media 10 Society of Sound SoS Music 41 [none]
New Blood CD 14 Real World PGCD13 5099967855223
New Blood 2×CD 14 + 13 Real World PGCDX13 5099967915620
New Blood (iTunes special edition) 2×Digital Media 14 + 14 Real World
New Blood 2×CD 14 + 13 Real World PGCDXUS13 884108000380
New Blood CD 14 Real World PGCDUS13 884108000359
New Blood 2×12" Vinyl + 7" Vinyl 6 + 6 + 2 Real World PGLP13 5099967855216
New Blood (vinyl download code) 2×Digital Media 14 + 13 Real World [none]
New Blood 2×CD 14 + 13 Real World PGCDXCA13 884108000403


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Last year's Scratch My Back saw Peter Gabriel reimagining his favourite songs by other artists - from Bowie to Bon Iver, Elbow to Paul Simon - via orchestral arrangements. No drums, no bass, no guitars. Taking that exquisite, elegiac work on tour - with the gigantic New Blood orchestra - necessitated adding some of his own material, similarly refashioned. So this time he's covering, if you will, his own stuff - radically reshaping it into forms both grander and sparser. Like its predecessor, New Blood is sonically minimalist but emotionally huge. The songs' raw nerves are laid bare, their emphases subtly altered and re-lit.

He doesn't simply revamp the obvious calling-card numbers: there's no Sledge Hammer or Games Without Frontiers, for example, and Biko isn't included despite a stirring rendition in the sibling 3D concert movie. Don't Give Up is here, with Ane Brun tackling the Kate Bush parts with a Bjork-like tremble that seems jarring on first listen but increasingly moving with each return visit. More often than not, Gabriel appears intent on shifting the surface and context of the songs as much as possible. The Rhythm of the Heat without percussion is an insane idea on paper, but the 46-piece orchestra work their fingers to the bone finding equally valid ways to drive it forward. San Jacinto is completely unaffected and profoundly affecting, Gabriel's sandy, soulful voice somehow both understated and magniloquent.

There's a groundswell of opinion among fans and critics that his third solo album, usually known as Melt, was his finest, and its intense, twitchy, paranoid opening track Intruder is here lean and streamlined, its breathy presence even more accentuated. Arranger John Metcalfe realises Gabriel's ambitions throughout, whether it's on the comparatively jaunty Solsbury Hill or the sweeping power of Red Rain. And they can shuffle In Your Eyes all they like, but its chorus remains stoically hooky and uplifting.

Ever curious, Gabriel inserts five minutes of 'ambient noise' - in truth, near-silence - recorded on, where else, Solsbury Hill, by the name of A Quiet Moment. This album's a string-driven thing swinging between bravado and bleakness, and always beautiful.