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Semiramis
- Dedicato A Frazz (1973)
Semiramis only album, the seminal
Dedicato a Frazz, is generally a fixture on nearly anyone's
short list of essential Italian albums, and for good reason.
Nearly every cut is a gem in its own right. The band's
unique style is frenetic and extremely catchy, rocking out with
thunderous grace, or layering acoustic guitars and stunning
synthesizer themes. The whole album consists of one awesome
passage after another, exotic scales and melodies that retain
a distinct Italian or Mediterranean feel, making for an infectious
and addictive work in which any one of the themes might stick
in your head for days. Certainly, the melodic sense is
impeccable, and few albums have the ability to consistently
barrage the listener with such a wealth memorable themes, often
simultaneously. The vocalist is phenomenal, possessing
a distinctive tone that delivers the songs with emotion and
power. The bass adds another potent melodic weapon to
the mix, providing a fluid backdrop and adding another level
of depth to the compositions. With all this talk of melody
and layered, complex themes, one forgets that this band seriously
kicks ass, as the tracks are generally up-tempo and in your
face, making the potent mixture of melody and power that much
more remarkable.
Pointing out
highlights on this album is pretty much useless. Every
song on here is great. The only thing that could be better
on the album is the synth sound, which sounds a little bit cheesy,
and put me off when I first got it. Overall, Dedicato
a Frazz is certainly a classic. Although the list
of "essential" Italian albums is often fairly expansive, due
to the ridiculous depth of that scene, this album sits comfortably
within the top ten or so releases from that country.
- Greg Northrup
[2000]
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Shadow
Gallery - Tyranny (1998)
A fairly
well regarded album from the prog-metal side of things, and
though it's not the best or most original progressive metal
I've heard, it's certainly not the worst either. For the
most part, Shadow Gallery plays in a relatively uncomplicated,
song-oriented style, with occasional flurries of notes that
still don't sound overindulgent. The main comparison would
definitely be Queensryche, with the melodramatic delivery and
"modern" lyrical approach, as well as a significant influence
in the album structure, making this a kind of Operation:
Mindcrime - lite. The album is definitely a concept,
and there actually is a pretty interesting story going on, expressing
the groups political and economic concerns, which furthers the
Queensryche comparison. However, Shadow Gallery has more
of a keyboard presence, and is certainly not as annoyingly bombastic
as most prog-metal, even approaching neo-progressive tendencies
at points.
Other influences
that crop up are Kansas and Styx and so forth, especially in
the big sing along choruses and in the occasional ballad.
Overall this isn't really my sort of thing, but it's definitely
well done for what it is, and I wouldn't hesitate to recommend
it to fans of prog-metal or even neo-prog fans looking for something
with a little heavier, but I have heard better. -
Greg Northrup [Feburary 2001]
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Shub
Niggurath - Les Mortes Von Vite (1980)
I generally find the "difficulty"
of bands to be somewhat overrated. Bands like Magma
and Univers Zero, which have been unfortunately tagged with
the old "not for everyone" caveat, were bands that I found
surprisingly easy to enjoy. Shub-Niggurath, on the other
hand, is one of the few bands that actually lived up to its
billing. That's not to say I don't enjoy this album,
in fact, I love it. However, it has taken me some time
to warm up to it. Las Morts Von Vite is downright
scary. The album is a hulking, scowling beast of cacophonous,
throbbing aggressions and dense, martial dirges. Instrumentally,
the band employs horns, piano, stark female vocals and growling,
Zeuhl-ish bass. Thrown together, the band creates a
kind of music that is heavily angular, employing unidentifiable
tunings and scant melodic ideas, relying instead on repetitive
bass grooves over which piano, and searing guitar collide
with deafening ferocity, crashing in random sonic outbursts.
The female vocals always seem somehow out of tune, just quivering
above the mix and contributing heavily to the production of
palpable, endless tension that hardly ever lets up.
This is sick, intensely menacing stuff.
That
said, Les Morts von Vite can be something of a rough
go, especially for those not accustomed to more dissonant
or atonal sub genres of progressive rock, and those with heavy
symph/neo leanings should steer clear of this album.
Even adventurous listeners will find this to be something
of a test of will, albeit a rewarding one.
- Greg Northrup [December 2001]
Shudder
to Think - Pony Express Record (1994)
If you've
heard anything about this album, ignore it. Reviewers
tend to place too much emphasis on the fact that Shudder
to Think emerged from the D.C. post-hardcore scene, or their
(slight) influence on DeSoto bands like the Dismemberment
Plan or Burning Airlines. (Honestly, I think Storm
and Stress or Slint would be a better comparison.)
And while the word "fragmented," which seems to be de rigeur
for a review of Pony Express Record, does apply with
a fair degree of accuracy, the punk influence is barely
apparent. What this really sounds like is deconstructed
grunge.
This is not
to say that if you don't like grunge, you won't like this
album. I've never heard anything from the grunge movement
that interested me, and I think the album is pretty damn
good. Yes, it has a heavy, distorted guitar presence,
bottom-heavy textures and quite a bit of sarcasm.
But it also has singer Craig Wedren, whose sneer is tempered
by constant departures into a vaguely effeminate falsetto,
and whose lyrics are largely stream-of-consciousness rambles,
like the endlessly repeated line from "X-French Tee Shirt":
"Hold back the road that goes so that the others may do
what you let me in just to pour me down their mouths."
The song structures are equally scattered: the band will
seize on a random phrase and use it as an ostinato for two
minutes, or or have one of the guitars hold a perfect fifth
for a minute while the other instruments trade angular motifs
around it, or or juxtapose brief snippets that, taken on
their own, could be out of early-90s alternative rock songs,
but which combine to make something much weirder and more
interesting.
Actually,
the album starts out in a way that might mislead the first-time
listener, since the first three songs are among the most
"normal" of the bunch. Admittedly, they're not exactly
radio fare, but they do have standard verse/chorus structures
and driving (if irregular) rhythms. It's not until
"Sweet Year Old" that the album reveals its true nature:
this and the two songs that follow it feel more like collages
of several songs pasted together than anything else.
There are false endings, alternating loud and soft passages,
and Craig Wedren's utterly counterintuitive vocal phrasing,
with pauses in the middle of sentences. The lyrics
start to take on a peculiar cyclical quality, with certain
phrases reappearing in different arrangements to create
different meanings. "Kissi Penny" uses the particularly
interesting technique of associating certain pitches with
certain words, so that the word "major" is sung with the
same descending major second at two different points in
the song, even though it's a noun one time and an adjective
the other.
But it's not
until the second half of the album that things get really
weird. "No Rm. 9, Kentucky" is a startling break from what
came before: the song opens with bare acoustic guitar strumming
and Wedren's fruitiest falsetto, singing the inane words
"Happy birthday baby, yeah, you make me feel, oooooooh."
Then, suddenly a major chord turns minor and the rest of
the band enters slowly and quietly in 6/8, with cryptic
but disturbing lyrics like "tongue kiss through the kitchen
screen" and "I predict by 3 AM the pill bottle top will
have come undone." In other places, the alt-rock motifs
and chugging atonal grooves start to be infused with chords
that seem to come from jazz-pop standards, quotes from Lesley
Gore's "You Don't Own Me," and more fruity whoops.
The longest song, "Trackstar," includes long passages in
which Wedren almost whispers his lyrics over quiet backdrops
of cymbals and scrapey guitar sounds, and a real groove
doesn't start until almost four and a half minutes in.
When it does, it simply repeats the same four or five melodic
and lyrical fragments in constantly shifting juxtapositions,
so that "I did some damage to the future and it gets me
down" becomes "it gets me down to the future" and "I did
some damage to your truck" -- and so on.
But lest you
think you've pigeonholed the album, they also throw in a
cover of the Atlanta Rhythm Section's "So Into You."
The original is a limp R&B song, but here it's completely
transformed, alternating between extraordinarily powerful
passages in which a fragile-sounding Wedren sings with a
shaky voice and mutters to himself as if on the verge of
a nervous breakdown, and driving 70's-style hard rock stripped
of all the excesses of the era. It's a completely
unexpected twist towards the end of a rather unexpected
album, and it's spine-tinglingly good -- especially because
you'd expect it to be terrible.
Actually,
that's true of the whole album. Nearly everything
about it feels like it shouldn't work, but it does.
I'll admit that when I first listened to it, there were
moments that annoyed me on both ends of the spectrum --
the effeminate opening of "No Rm. 9, Kentucky" on the
one hand, and a certain obnoxious, overly-aggressive passage
that appears in "9 Fingers On You" (which is still my least
favorite track on the album). But the album grew on
me steadily as I listened, and now I love the whole thing.
And, no matter what, there's definitely nothing else out
there that really sounds like this. Highly recommended
to anyone who's willing to give it a chance.
- Alex Temple [April 2002]
Shylock
- Il De Fievre (1978)
Excellent
instrumental progressive rock from France. Overall
this is fairly dark and heavy symphonic prog with a crunchy
and angular mid period King Crimson edge throughout.
The guitarist clearly worships Robert Fripp and their are
moments on the album that are a tad derivative, though still
quite good. The exploration of dissonance and experimentation
is great, and their are solid moments throughout, though
I wouldn't really recommend this album if not for the monstrous
first song, which actually displays less of a King Crimson
influence than the rest of the album. This song is
utterly breathtaking, and totally blows me away with powerful
synthesizer and moog leads, intricate jamming and meaty
grooves. Unfortunately, the awesome keyboard presence
from the first song is toned out throughout the rest of
the album in favor of an experimental guitar led format.
The consensus
from what I've read seems to be that the album is worth
buying for the first track alone, and I hope that my views
haven't been colored by the reading of others, but at this
point I'd have to agree. Nothing on the rest of the
album really grabbed me and throttled me like the title
track. The unevenness of the record weakens it for
me, but I still put it on all the time, and usually end
up leaving it on for the duration of the album. The
mix of King Crimson and instrumental Genesis on the first
track comes off sounding to me a lot like the best work
that would later come out of Sweden in the 90's, most
especially Anglagard to my ears. Fans of that band
should definitely hear this album.
- Greg Northrup [January 2001]
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Sigh
- Imaginary Sonicscape (2001)
Who said
these guys were black metal? If anything fully embodies
the essence of what "progressive" metal should ideally
be, its Sigh. Hailing from Japan, the group has
fully bloomed from the fertile black metal soil from whence
they came, and on their Century Media debut have created
an album which should, in all justice, break the band
across underground metaldom. Imaginary Sonicscape is
a head spinning lesson in genre annihilation, weaving
heavy metal together with jazz, electronica, psychedelia,
cinematic soundscapes, and *gasp* a heavy dose of 70s
progressive rock. And don't be scared kitties, these
men aren't all that evil. The music is heavily melodic,
catchy even. Really, the "black" metal description
is only applicable concerning Mirai's vocals, a genre-defining
rasp that is perhaps the only constant throughout this
ever shifting brew. Indeed, you'll have surging
NWOBHM guitar riffs, effortlessly setting a headbang session
in motion, draped with... you guys'll love this... MOOG
synthesizers and HAMMOND organ. The music will unexpectedly
shift to some piano interlude, or a jazz section, or some
electronic beeps and whizzes. The whole thing could
come off as incredibly self conscious were it not for
the band's tangible sense of humor and reckless abandon,
hell there's even some porno soundtrack music thrown in.
All in all this is a killer album. Difficult to
pin down certainly, at least within a fairly general "progressive"
or "avant" metal definition. Fans of bands like
Arcturus or Devil Doll with a dash of fist-in-the-air
heavy metal bombast will dig it. Safely within my
top ten of 2001. -
Greg Northrup [January 2002]
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Sinister
Street - Trust (2002)
Sinister
Street are a Dutch outfit that can be fairly easily
pegged as playing a more updated neo-progressive style.
Certainly the band's biggest influence seems to
be Marillion, as the band has the similar sort of "modern
rock" approach that the Hogarth-era Marillion records
display. At the same time, vocalist Olaf Blaruw
reminds more of Fish with his crystalline, melodramatic
wail. Another heavy influence seems to be Rush, particularly
as on that band's 80s material. Take an album
like Brave or Season's End, add the futuristic
sheen of Grace Under Pressure, and a bizarro
Dutch version of Fish, and add a good amount of water.
Place the batter into the oven, but be sure to
undercook it by about 20 minutes, and you'll have something
like Sinister Street's Trust. If that sounds
like hell to you, move on to another review, you won't
like this album. The rest of you, read on.
To be
fair, this band is good at what they do. The song structures
are generally progressive and melodically dynamic, particularly
on the opener "Song for a Day", but occasionally present
a saccharine poppieness that will prove a turn off to
some listeners, as on the apparently radio-ready "Two
in One". The band is tight, with the musicianship
more than solid, and the two keyboardists do a noticeable
job of adding a good degree of texture to everything.
A hard edged feel occasionally breaks up the sometimes
sappy portions courtesy of some chunky guitar work,
particularly on the rollicking instrumental title cut.
As intimated earlier, the vocals are rather accented,
though Blaruw can certainly not be faulted for lacking
passion. The lyrics in general project the same kind
of pseudo philosophical approach of Rush, with even
a few specific quotes, while at the same time giving
us enough overbearing, melancholic angst to bring a
tear to the eye of the morose jester in all of us. Take
"Two in One": "I sense your body / I sense it underneath
my touch / To think that I could ever love this much"
followed by "In the clenching fist of anguish / Truth
is neither sought nor found". I feel you dude.
Despite
the fact that I'm not particularly inclined towards
this style, Sinister Street do a decent job of forging
a fairly unique style. I'm almost surprised they haven't
garnered more attention in other circles, as I find
them far less excruciating than some of the more popular
bands in this general style. Neo-prog and other
modern progressive rock devotees may want to look into
this band, the rest of you (I told you to stop reading)
should probably pass. -
Greg Northrup [September 2002]
Sinkadus
- Cirkus (1999)
One of the
first non-English bands that I ever really got into was
Anglagard. Naturally, after becoming addicted to Hybris,
I wanted more. However, I also wanted to broaden my
knowledge of different bands. So rather than get Epilog,
I got Sinkadus's Cirkus instead, after reading endless
comparisons of Sinkadus to Anglagard (as well as some positive
reviews of the album, from sources that I now know to consider...
less than reliable).
The comparisons
between the two bands are valid to an extent, as Sinkadus
sounds like a caricature of Anglagard. The flute,
mellotron, organ, and guitar work are pretty much all dead
ringers for Anglagard (save for typically being less proficient),
and the presence of Lena Pettersson's cello does little
to create a distinctive sound. I can think of about
a half-dozen jokes that I could use to hammer this point
home, and most of them contain the word "Xerox". But
I'll behave myself.
A derivative
sound is far from being Sinkadus' worst failing, however.
That distinct honor would have to go to the band's lack
of compositional ability. The typical Sinkadus song
(at least on this album) features the band endlessly repeating
patterns with little modulation until the repetition becomes
too much to bear. At that point, the band moves to
a new pattern, and the cycle of pain begins again.
While repetition can be a useful tool in creating a sense
of drama, there are no such compelling effects to be found
here. After repeated listening, the distinction between
Anglagard and Sinkadus becomes crystal clear: where Anglagard
is interesting and dynamic, Sinkadus is predictable and
flat. Where Anglagard introduces new and captivating
thematic material, Sinkadus continues to endlessly repeat
the theme they're currently hooked on.
I can't say
that I hate this album, because there are a number of parts
that seem quite good. However, the band's insistence
at running those parts into the ground really hampers my
enjoyment. The biggest crime I would accuse Sinkadus
of is wasted potential. I have a feeling that these guys
and gals *could* be good, but they just don't know how to
turn some good ideas into a full song. Some listeners may
not mind the repetition, but I would highly suggest hearing
them before you buy. -
*Legion* [July 2001]
Sleepytime
Gorilla Museum - Grand Opening and Closing (2001)
'What the
fuck is this?' might be your first reaction upon hearing
Grand Opening and Closing. From rebellious anthems
against slumber, inspired pleas to party like it's 1997,
to the mottos of 18th century phrenologists, it's all here.
But what is it? An aural assault to say the least,
Sleepytime Gorilla Museum bombards the ears with fierce
angularity and sweet dissonance in their own infectious
way. The curators of this museum have strung together an
eclectic exhibit featuring a wide array of styles: the crunchy
riffs and shouts of "Sleep is Wrong", the thrash metal of
"1997", the RIO chamber "Ablutions" or the ambient "Sunflower".
While you might have heard all these disparate elements
elsewhere, never before have they been combined in the same
insanely creative way.
Strange
noises abound on the album, made to great use on "Powerless",
the opening low frequency notes being coaxed out of what
I presume to be Rathbun's amplified spring instrument, not
the only homemade instrument put to use here. Both the music
and the instruments that help to create it show the same
desire for innnovation. Almost all of Moe!'s percussion
ensemble is made of trash, banged upon and beaten on. There's
even an amplified circular saw blade in his repertoire.
Some
comparisons might be apt here: the dense, metallic edginess
of mid-period King Crimson, at times the sparse, song based
RIO of the Art Bears (and Carla has a strong voice somewhat
reminiscent of Dagmar) and more modern avant/RIO like Thinking
Plague. But these are just scratching the surface. This
is some of the most inspired material to come out this year
- "music that not only pushes boundaries but breaks them
down with an axe". Well, maybe more like a roto-tiller.
- Mike Prete
[October 2001]
TWO REVIEWS
OF SLEEPYTIME GORILLA MUSEUM'S GRAND OPENING AND CLOSING
MINI-REVIEW
#1: SGM are one of the most creative bands around
right now. They are strongly influenced by RIO and
avant-prog, notably Art Bears and Thinking Plague.
These influences are transformed, though, by their metal
influences and their extensive use of homemade instruments
like "spring-nail guitar" and "pedal action wiggler."
The album is fantastically eclectic, from "Ambugaton" (chugging,
full-textured chamber rock which transforms into precise
metallic riffing) to "Sleepytime" (a "Moonsongs"-like percussive
epic surrounded by evil lullaby sections) and "Sunflower"
(eight minutes of quiet ambient dissonant chimes).
The brilliant "Sleep is Wrong" sounds like a collaboration
between Amy Denio, Mr. Bungle and GWAR, covering 5uu's and
remixed by Beck. The enormous crescendo of its ending
is both incredibly hard-hitting and unexpectedly catchy;
I periodically find myself walking around singing "WHEN
I GROW UP I'M NEVER GONNA SLEEP!" Even "1997,"
which is pretty close to straightforward metal (complete
with lyrics like "motherfucker, you're going down tonight")
is inexplicably invigorating -- excellent music to kick
someone's ass to. A friend described it as "Korn goes
to art school," which is a pretty accurate summary of the
growlier parts of the album: out of tune and scary, but
hyper-literate rather than seething with adolescent angst.
I'll admit, metal isn't really my thing, but the "Cookie
Monster" vocals are few enough and well-integrated enough
that I find the album quite enjoyable anyway. While
Grand Opening and Closing certainly has the disjointedness
of a debut album at times, these guys are definitely on
to something.
MINI-REVIEW
#2: OK, I'll admit that this album has some pretty
cool stuff on it. The angular guitar lines and clicky
rhythmic passages played on homemade instruments are great,
and most of "Sleep is Wrong" and "Ambugaton" are excellent.
But the band's sense of structure doesn't live up to those
of their apparent influences. Sure, "The Stain" sounds
like early Thinking Plague, but it doesn't have that band's
compositional focus, so it feels only tenuously held together.
"Sunflower" consists entirely of quiet ambient dissonant
chimes, and its complete lack of rhythmic groove can't sustain
my attention at eight minutes. "Powerless," also,
suffers from a "stop-start" feeling that prevents it from
getting up a good momentum -- and I won't even mention the
tremendously whiny lyrics. But even in the better-constructed
songs, what really gets on my nerves is the vocals.
Say what you like, but Frykdahl does "Cookie Monster" vocals.
Even in a mind-bendingly cool song like "Sleep is Wrong,"
his metallic screams grate. Lesser songs like "Ablutions"
suffer more, since they have less good material to hold
them up. "1997" is just plain obnoxious, bordering
on "nu-metal" -- "Korn goes to art school" or something.
This band has a lot of potential -- they can write atonal
riffs as well as any post-RIO band around -- but they sure
as hell could use an editor.
Of course,
both of these are exaggerated. The truth is, about
half the time I want to love this album as much as everyone
else does, but find it disappointing; the other half, I
want to pan it but find that I keep coming back to it.
Frykdahl's screaming annoys me some of the time and not
others, and pieces like "The Stain" seem to hold together
fine about every other listen. Anyone who's more fond
of metal would probably have an easier time with this album
than I do. I'll let you decide, though.
- Alex Temple [December 2001]
Smokin'
Granny - Tarth Shooke (2002)
Smokin' Granny
is back with their second release, expanding upon their
already powerful blend of avant-fusion and funky prog. This
time around, they have adopted a much more subdued tone
overall, with many ambient excursions thrown into the mix.
Many tracks have a modern, almost post-rock vibe, such as
"Assembler"; its rhythmically repetitious and jagged electronic
percussion and spaced out vibe would feel at home on a Tortoise
album. In fact, much of the album reminds me of Isotope
217's Unstable Molecule, with its laid-back groove
and Bitches Brew fusion elements. But the band does
know how to kick it into overdrive when necessary, and rips
through some blistering lines on pieces such as "Tarth Shooke"
and "Fuma sin Fuego", in stark contrast with the delicate
and pensive outings.
Exploratory
improvisations weave tapestries of many interesting textures,
from industrial noise, ambient washes, and angular melodies
to pounding rhythms that coalesce into intriguing excursions.
The powerful yet subtle percussion and buoyant bass anchor
and propel the pieces forward, lending a strong backbone
to the acoustic/electric guitar interplay and wind sounds.
While content to ride and develop a groove, the band isn't
afraid to let loose with some scorching riffs at any given
moment. The shorter songs and interludes act as microscopic
previews of directions and themes tackled at length in the
longer pieces. A totally unique and wild blend of instrumental
rock, "It smokes without Fire".
- Mike Prete [April 2002]
Snopek
- First Band on the Moon (1980)
Following
the typical late seventies advice of his record company
and management to go "pop", Sigmund Snopek formed the four
piece "Snopek" band to concentrate on a more commercial
sound. Although an obvious effort to streamline the music,
remnants of Snopek's older sound still prevailed: a quirky
sense of humour, theatrical flare and strong composition.
Sigmund's skill as a composer and performer keep this from
falling into the traps of just another simplistic commercial
album, for the most part. Songs such as the tedious "Highway
Ghosts" fail to really capture the spirit of Snopek's music,
and comes off as just another song without any individual
flair. On the other hand, pieces like the title track and
"Living Out Loud" are filled with memorable melodies and
hooks, and do a better job of letting the players show their
chops, especially guitarist Byron Wiemann III, who delivers
a very strong performance throughout. "Crazy Crazy Angel"
most resembles the style of old - an extended piece going
through different sections and moods, from the boradway-like
refrain to a medieval tinged instrumental section near the
end. As does the only instrumental track, "Ride In The Dark
(Robotiko)", a slow building track that once it breaks into
a swift march like pace and showcases Snopek's keyboard
playing. Something interesting could really be done with
this track, but unfortunately, it is also the shortest piece
on the album. While this album will obviously be a bit lacking
for those familiar with Sigmund's more ambitious earlier
works (Trinity Seaseizesees, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?),
it stands on its own as a decent pop/rock album.
- Mike
Prete [August 2002]
Solaris
- Marsbéli Krónikák (1984)
Solaris'
Martian Chronicles is considered one of the classic
albums to have come out from behind the Iron Curtain, the
band hailing from Hungary, and in hindsight is probably
one of the very best progressive rock albums released in
the 80s. Solaris plays a style of instrumental symphonic
progressive that should be familiar to fans of groups like
Camel or Novalis. Flowing, beautiful melodic themes
juxtaposed against a definite ability to rock out, without
sacrificing either. Each note on the album is pored
over and meticulously crafted, creating exquisite melodic
themes with little to no improvisation or needless instrumental
masturbation. The album also bears significant characteristics
indicative of its decade of origin, bordering on the fringe
of neo-progressive at points. Rhythmically, the music here
is straightforward and uncluttered, sometimes driving rock
beats, sometimes more laid back, but nearly always in 4/4
or 3/4 as far as I could tell. The band is melodically
impeccable, focusing on creating dramatic, grandiose passages
with layered synths, flute and guitar parts. For Solaris,
their distinguishing characteristic is their hard edged,
"futuristic" feel. Somewhat in line with this theme,
all the keyboards are digital, for better or for worse.
In this case, I don't mind them. Despite having a
neo-ish feel, the band simply kicks ass most of the time,
as extraordinary synthesizer parts fuse with aggressive,
metallic guitar riffs to great effect.
The album
opens up with the "Marsbéli Krónikák"
suite. Actually, the worst part of the album comes
in the first track, as the band uses cheesy "martian" voices
over the otherwise cool instrumental part. After that
initial misstep, the suite picks up gloriously with an array
of utterly gorgeous synthesizer themes. Thankfully,
the album does not let down afterwards, as the explosive
and energetic "M'ars Poetica" is arguably the best cut on
the album, followed by the beautiful flute melodies of "Ha
Felszáll a Köd" (If the Fog Ascends), which
maintain the winning streak. Solaris is a band characterized
by consistently extraordinary melodic sense and a powerful,
dramatic approach, holding a high standard throughout the
album proper. "Apokalipszis" (Apocalypse) and "Legyõzhetetlen"
(Undefeatable) are also overwhelmingly impressive.
The two bonus tracks are nice additions, but don't overshadow
any of the album work in my opinion. All in all, symphonic
fans who would appreciate a harder, more metallic take on
their favorite sub-genre would surely enjoy The Martian
Chronicles.
- Greg Northrup [July 2001]
Alan
Sorrenti - Aria (1972)
One of the most mysterious and misunderstood
figures of past Italian recorded history, Alan Sorrenti has
created some of the most mesmerizing music this planet has
ever had the pleasure to hear. Creating a blend of folk
renderings with a melodic, avant-garde jazz backdrop, Sorrenti
has rendered a vocal tapestry on par with anything Van Morrison
or Peter Hammill has had the energy to commit to tape. Aria
is a blend of the most sophisticated form of symphonic folk
I have ever heard. At times Sorrenti weaves his way
through his tunes like an emblazoned Peter Hammill with VdGG,
only to recess back to the solitude of a melancholy troubadour,
evoking images of a soul in suspended animation. "Aria"
is a 20 minute epic of immense proportions. Accompanied by
Jean-Luc Ponty on violin, Sorrenti evokes images of
passion and joy like no one. Allen Prince provides a
wide panoramic view with his keyboard playing, while Antonio
Nazzaro lays a firm foundation in rhythmic patterns. "Vorrei
Incontrarti" is the most beautiful song in Sorrenti's catalog
of recorded music. Covered by Hostsonaten on the four CD set
Zarathustra's Revenge, who by the way do an honorable
cover, but nowhere do they match the delicate beauty of the
Sorrenti original. "La Mia Mente" is mandala of musical
delights that tickle one to no end and, after a few listens
will keep you coming back for more. Near the end of
this track Sorrentti wails like a young Robert Plant with
the insanity of a Demetrios Stratos. "Un Fume Tranquillo"
ends the disc with a note of melancholy and at times evokes
in me the memory of Peter Hammill's track "Candle" from
Fools Mate. Later in Sorrenti's carrier he was misdirected
toward a more commercial sound but left in his wake three
recorded masterful beauties for the world to discover. One
wonders where he would have taken such an innovative voice
and compositions had he stayed the course of Aria.
-
Mark Gaines [July 2002]
Sparks
- Sparks (1972)
Sparks' debut,
originally released when they were still called Halfnelson,
is clearly the work of a band with no pretense of commercial
viability. It's not as blatantly experimental as the follow-up
A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing, but it's certainly
weirder than anything they did after that. The music sounds
a bit like a much less slick version of Queen with a heavy
Beatles influence: theatrical, quirky, eclectic, produced
by Todd Rundgren. The lyrics are on topics that few other
groups would ever think of writing about, like lusting after
a close relative ("Fa La Fa Lee," with the memorable lyric
"anything between us is a felony"), or being an obsessive
collector of big band albums ("Big Bands," featuring the
line "I know the name of every trombone player that exists").
But what makes Sparks so distinctive is their awkwardness
-- and the fact that, for the most part, this awkwardness
enhances the music more than it brings it down.
To be sure,
it takes some getting used to. I initially found it frustrating
to hear "Wonder Girl" start out as a mid-60s Beatles song
and then just refuse to go where it "ought to." The somewhat
heavy-handed rhythms of "High C" were also initially a bit
off-putting. But I found that the stiffness grew on me,
and now it seems such an essential part of the music that
I wouldn't want to get rid of it. I guess you could say
that they have a knack for doing things at the wrong time,
but not the right wrong time -- except that after
a few listens, it turns out to be the right wrong time after
all.
I have to
admit, there are some places where it doesn't work -- "Biology
2," for instance, takes the band's occasional mimickry of
falsetto bubblegum pop to irritating extremes (though it
might appeal to some early Mothers fans). Or take "Big Bands,"
which has a fast spoken-word section a bit like the one
in Brian Eno's "Dead Finks Don't Talk" -- except that the
final lines inexplicably break the rhyme scheme; I can't
help but find this a bit unsatisfying. There are enough
moments like this that I would never call the album a masterpiece,
but with wonderful songs like the bouncy, spiky, tinkly
Zolo-fest of "Roger," it's hard to complain too much.
Oddly, there
is one song on the album that avoids the usual awkwardness
entirely. This is "Fletcher Honorama," a beautiful, quiet,
moody song with a sinuous, McCartney-esque melody that does
exactly what it "ought to," in the manner of the
most sophisticated pop songcraft. The main tune is excellent,
the bridge is excellent, the multi-tracked vocals at the
end are excellent, the weird little cabaret section with
its sudden textural dropouts is excellent... In fact, the
song is so good that it makes the rest of the album better
simply by osmosis. I wouldn't go so far as to say that the
album is worth it just for this track, but it sure as hell
doesn't hurt, you know?
- Alex Tempel [August 2002]
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Species
Being - Orgone Therapy (2000)
Utilizing
a completely different lineup than the debut album Yonilicious,
drummer and mastermind Frank Grau is back with a new cast
of characters. Utilizing a full spectrum of sound, the band
weaves their improvisations from the calm, yet eerie deep
recesses of outer space (think Alpha Centuari Tangerine
Dream) to intense and immediate jamming. The star
of the show is Grau, who's drumming brings the disparate
elements together perfectly. He is comfortable with both
the abstract and simplistic; bringing the band into more
avant territory or keeping a simple groove.
"Track 1"
follows a repetitive theme built up upon by the entire group.
Interweaving various parts, the members cycle through their
parts; keyboard, guitar, bass and finally the drums come
to the forefront and recede in waves. The music is an amalgamation
of different styles - experimental jazz, droning kraut-rock,
languid post-rock all rolled into a spacey exploration.
It is amazing that the entire affair was improvised in the
studio with no reworking or overdubs. There is never loss
of a solid foundation and little aimless meandering.
Another genre
defying release, Orgone Therapy encompasses a wide
variety of styles, yet is comfortable in all facets. This
one comes highly recommended. - Mike Prete [September
2001]
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Split
Enz - Mental Notes (1975)
Yes, ladies
and gentlemen, this is the moment you've all been waiting
for. I, Alex Temple, like a symph album.
Okay, it's
/weird/ symph. It's got music hall influences, strange
arrangements, and demented vocals. But it's also
got steaming heaps of Mellotron, epic-dramatic song structures,
analog synths, and melodies that would be completely accessible
even to a total avant-phobe. Split Enz would later
turn into a brilliant pop band, but even in this stage
of their career, they really had a knack for tunes that
are simultaneously unpredictable and catchy as hell.
There are
two vocalists. Tim Finn is certainly the more conventional
of the two, but even so, his singing here is much more
dramatic and mannered than on later Enz albums; at times
he reminds me of a much calmer Peter Hammill. Phil
Judd, on the other hand, sounds like a total lunatic,
with his quavering, terrified voice, occasional screams
and idiosyncratic pronounciation. The arrangements
are also fascinating -- full but rarely cloying, and peppered
with strange background noises like the telephone-ish
bleeps behind the second line of "So Long For Now," or
the quacking ducks accompanying the vocal section of "Stranger
than Fiction." Many tracks have highly complex textures,
with instruments constantly joining in and dropping out,
and sections always repeating in variation rather than
exactly. And this isn't the perfectly balanced polyphony
of Gentle Giant -- in fact, the arrangements are often
so asymmetrical that they give the music a stream-of-consciousness
feel. The amazing opener "Walking Down a Road,"
in particular, is a textural masterpiece, from its opening
whirring synths to the circusy oompahs, bluesy keyboard
filigree, heavy piano basslines, and unexpected patches
of guitar-and-piano counterpoint that can be found within.
I'll admit,
as a non-symph-fan, I did have to get used to the album,
and there are still a few places that really don't work
for me. Except for the aforementioned noisy middle
section, "Stranger than Fiction" is just too lush for
my taste, and while the first half of "Time for a Change"
contains some very poignant, haunting voice-and-piano
work with chord progressions that recall mid-19th-century
composers like Chopin, the latter half uses rather stereotypical
symph instrumentation, which for me robs the music of
its emotional power and makes it seem bland and somewhat
heavy-handed. Still, these moments are rare, and
even the downright pretty flutes, folky acoustic
guitars, and pseudo-Baroque synth horn work of "Titus"
are rendered quite enjoyable by the strong vocals, strong
composition and general avoidance of excess and cheese.
And "Under the Wheel," while totally drenched in Mellotron
and at times bordering on bombastic, also has sufficiently
dissonant chord progressions, sufficiently twisted vocals
and lyrics ("Death is just another appointment to keep!"),
and enough unexpected interludes to make it just plain
cool.
Of course,
another thing this album has going for it is the cabaret
influence, shown in mildly twisted, theatrical pop songs
like "Amy (Darling)", "So Long For Now" and "Maybe."
All three of these show an incredibly astute sense of
how to unfold a series of related melodies over the course
of a song, as well as the wonderfully quirky arrangements
described above, and a general sense of the unexpected
-- the generally jovial "Amy (Darling)", for example,
breaks out suddenly into an aggressive, minor-key rock-out
in five halfway in, and "So Long For Now" ends with a
very disorienting use of pitch-bend. "Maybe" sounds
like the Beatles sung by a madman, with Judd's bizarre
vocals singing lyrics like "Maybe we'll get it on" (God,
I hope not), and featuring a (synth?) trumpet solo that
could practically be right out of "Penny Lane."
If that
sounds like a confusing, almost incoherent combination
of influences -- well, it kind of is. But it all
holds together somehow, if only by virtue of its sheer
confidence in what it's doing -- and anyway, it's the
eclecticism and eccentricity that give the album its charm,
and there really isn't anything else like it. Pick
it up if you like symph, pick it up if you generally don't.
Pick it up if the idea of a cross between Van der Graaf
Generator, the Beatles, early Gentle Giant and British
cabaret musicsounds interesting to you. Pick it
up if you like Split Enz's New Wave work and want to hear
where they started out. Ah, just get the damn thing
already!
- Alex Temple [February 2002]
Spock's
Beard - The Kindness Of Strangers (1998)
Spock's
Beard are a widely regarded and acclaimed member of the
90s progressive rock scene, though the band also has its
share of detractors. This was touted to me as a reinvention
and update of classic 70s prog like Gentle Giant and Genesis,
but I really can't see what the fuss is all about.
I remember really trying hard to get into this album, and
just not being able to. In listening to it again while writing
this, I'm finding that much of the instrumental portions
are quite interesting, at least when they are allowed free
reign and venture into more complex territory. The problem
usually arises when the vocals come in. Though the adjective
"gay" may perhaps be totally inappropriate and absolutely
non-descriptive, I find it quite suitable in describing
most of this album. First, the lyrics border on horrific,
such lines as "Hey you, Mister fancy pants" don't work for
me.
Besides
the occasional poor line that just jumps out at you, the
lyrics are fairly consistent in being mundane and silly.
Secondly, the singer is extraordinarily weak, not that he's
bad technically, just that his vocals are thin and, for
lack of a better term, wimpy. They sound like they could
be coming from Beavis & Butthead's guitar toting hippie
high school teacher. For
the most part, the music is annoyingly catchy and has a
sickeningly sweet pop touch. There is a lot of the same
old verse/chorus/verse structuring, though, to be fair,
they do stray from it in those moments of instrumental complexity.
There is a heavy Beatles influence thrown in as well, which
adds further to the pop aspect.
A strange
analogy just struck me in listening to this album as I am
writing this. Ever watch those Christian rock videos that
come on cable late at night? Well, the sound of the vocals
and the overall mood is scarily similar, and yes, that's
a bad thing. In other words, there is a fake happiness
and seemingly forced optimism that pervades every aspect
of the album. Basically, it's real tough for me to listen
to, aside from a handful of great passages, that do indeed
recall the past glories of Genesis or Yes.
- Greg Northrup
[2000]
Wow. When
I first put this disc in the CD player, I had to check to
see that it was actually Spock's Beard. I'd heard
so many detractions about this group, and seeing Transatlantic
at NEARfest (which was dominated by SB's Neal Morse and
which I didn't care much for) didn't really help.
I was in no big hurry to check them out, especially since
as I write this I am venturing into the more complex and
experimental areas of RIO and Zeuhl. However, since
Greg already had this album, I borrowed it so I could actually
have an informed opinion on the band, rather than just taking
other people's word for the caliber of this controversial
group.
I was
greatly surprised at the first 2:30 min of this album, a
high energy instrumental. Then came the vocals. I'd have
to agree completely with Greg's comments above; although
prog is not known as a hot bed of great singers, these vocals
are very thin and whiny, delivered in the same drawn out
way through out the whole album. I didn't hear much
variation in dynamics. Along with the tediously banal majority
of the lyrics, there are some really horrendous lines such
as: "Wednesday/It's suppository time again/Ain't it grand"
and the aforementioned "Hey you, Mister fancy pants". The
pseudo-Christian vibe that rears it's ugly head at times
is as equally repulsive.
Despite
the rare prog rock instrumental passage that stands out,
the rest of the music is quite forgettable pop stylings.
Some of the heavier parts remind me of mid 90's alternative,
just with an added keyboard presence. In fact, most of the
album sounds just like typical pop-rock with token progressive
elements, like songs in excess of five minutes, or Mellotron
and Hammond thrown on top. Unless
you have never heard anything remotely progressive before,
there is nothing here to get excited about.
- Mike
Prete [January 2001]
Spring
- Spring (1971)
Spring's
only album is considered by many to be one of the defining
albums of the early British symphonic sound. Spring's
sound is characterized by an enormously strong and emotional
melodic feel, along with a huge, grandiose orchestral emphasis
(due primarily to the presence of no less than three mellotrons).
The album has an extremely pleasing "warm" sound, and some
very emotional arrangements go along with the great acoustic
guitar and organ. The main criticism I have is probably
that Spring are not very complex at all, and many of their
songs come off a simple rock songs with the addition of
traditionally "prog" instrumentation. This is particularly
true on songs like "Shipwrecked Soldier" and "Inside Out",
which are basically straight-ahead bluesy rock songs with
some organ and mellotron on top.
The album
starts off incredible, as "The Prisoner", "Grail" and "Boats"
are extremely beautiful tracks. At this point I had
the impression I had a definite five star album on my hands.
Powerful vocal melodies and gorgeous mellotron make these
extremely memorable. "Golden Fleece" is another goodie,
with a ripping organ line. Other songs are nice, but
the style of the band stays pretty consistent throughout,
which gets a little tedious by the end. The main reason
for this is that Spring doesn't really come off as particularly
"progressive", so the arrangements and song structures get
predictable on the latter half, and there isn't much soloing
from anyone to keep things interesting. The
addition of three bonus tracks from an unreleased second
album doesn't exactly help matters when trying to get through
the whole thing consecutively, but their presence is certainly
interesting, as they are definitely competent songs.
Still, despite
my misgivings, this is a very good album, and I find myself
playing it a lot. For what it is it's very well done,
and makes for an extremely pleasant and relaxing listen
when in the mood for it. Usually though, when I feel
like listening to this style, I'd just as soon reach for
my Cressida, Beggars Opera or Marsupilami albums, which
present a more complex and ambitious take on this extremely
rich subgenre of progressive rock. That said, Spring
is considered definitive by many, and mellotron addicts
will certainly drool over this album.
- Greg Northrup [April 2001]
Stern
Combo Meissen - Weisses Gold (1978)
Stern
Combo Meissen is the only East German progressive rock representative
that I know of, and have released a number of high quality
symphonic prog albums of which Weisses Gold is reported
to be among the best. Musically, Stern Combo Meissen
fall squarely into the style of German symph propagated
more famously by the likes of Novalis and Eloy. As
such, the major influences here seem to be coming primarily
from giants like Pink Floyd and especially Camel.
Rhythmically uncomplicated symphonic prog with huge melodic
swells of soaring synthesizer and moog. Lyrics
are thankfully delivered in the bands native language, mercifully
sparing us from the unintended goofiness the plagues a number
of other German bands like Eloy and Anyone's Daughter whose
vocalists insist on delivering their lines in heavily accented
English. The vocals are actually quite nice, if somewhat
sparsely used. The band prefers concentrating on the
extraordinarily instrumental arrangements, which have an
overwhelming classical air. In addition to the dual
keyboard implementation, the Weisses Gold also features
an orchestral element thanks to a string section.
As opposed to Novalis, Stern Combo Meissen is characterized
by a more stately and classically influenced sound, in slight
contrast to Novalis' more earthy, organ drenched feel.
Still, the classic Novalis albums remain closest reference
point for me.
Weisses
Gold is a concept album and is structured in a seemingly
classical mode; and "overture" to kick things off and heavy
repetition and reincorporation of many of the important
themes. Frequent listening certainly aids in fully
appreciating the subtleties of the work, where themes are
foreshadowed and where they are repeated, as well as simply
enjoying the tremendous care put into the compositional
element of the album. The vocals are generally quite
good, as the anthemic bombast of "Der Goldes Bann", an emotional
high point, illustrates. The singing vocals are accompanied
by a running narrative, which is obviously completely lost
on me. For those unfamiliar with German, the narration
only serves to clutter things up. Still, Weisses
Gold is a sterling example of great German symphonic,
sitting nicely along side the second and third Novalis albums
as one of the best examples of that particular subgenre.
I'm looking forward to hearing more from this band.
- Greg Northrup
[August 2001]
Still
Life - Still Life (1971)
A very
satisfying album of well executed Hammond organ-driven early
British symph. This was a fairly obscure early release
on England's famous Vertigo label, and an extremely rare
find on LP. Musically, Still Life isn't complex
at all, but bears some great melodies and a slight aggressive
edge. Some of it has a hard rock feel, minus the electric
guitar and with a heavy organ emphasis. The sound
quality is great on the CD release, and certainly adds to
the warm, early 70's vibe. In fact, aside from the
bass guitar and drums, the organ seems to be the only other
instrument present, and far and away functions as the melodic
focus of the album. Vocals are great when they have
a powerful line to work with. Another strength is
the nice bass playing, which provides a rich melodic backdrop
to the organ.
Like a lot
of early progressive music, Still Life is not a particularly
complex album, concentrating more on atmosphere and good
songwriting. For the most part, the bands approach
is pop/rock with heavy organ and nice vocals, with the occasional
allowance of instrumental breathing room. For this
reason, the good songs on here are awesome, while some fail
to excite me even in the slightest. "People in Black"
is one of the greatest songs ever written in this style,
aggressive and biting, with a totally catchy chorus and
great organ riffs. "October Witches" sees the band
stretch out a little more, allowing more room for the organ
and bass to create some great textures, as the song once
again showcases their more aggressive side during the vocal
portions. A great track. "Dreams" is another
hard rocker, very straight forward, but a lot of fun.
"Love Song No. 6" is slower and more melancholy, and succeeds
for the most part, very rich and emotional. The only
throwaway on here is the limp "Don't Go", basically a typical
rock ballad with nothing to distinguish itself. Boring.
"Time" is another rocker that closes out the album in grand
fashion. Although I don't see this album as a complete
classic or anything, most of the songs on here are awesome
songs and I certainly wouldn't want to be without it.
A must have for fans of the genre. -
Greg Northrup [April 2001]
Strawbs
- Hero and Heroine (1974)
Supposedly
one of the essential albums from this folk influenced progressive
group. This album is worthwhile but probably not what I
would consider essential. There is a lot of cool mellotron
and keyboards. The vocal melodies are well though out and
pleasantly emotional, but don't really strike me as a strength
here. The music shifts from folk acoustic passages to grandiose,
mellotron laced monuments of sound. Musically, it's a very
satisfying slice of folksy, light progressive with
plenty of interesting stuff going on.
Pardon
the obscure reference, but much of this album, especially
songs like "Just Love" remind of the now defunct (I think)
90's band Masters of Reality, especially vocally. I've also
heard this band compared to other folk bands such as Fairport
Convention and Steeleye Span. Hero & Heroine
however, is firmly entrenched in the progressive genre.
Opening
track "Autumn" is strong, but the album kind of lags into
more sing-songy folk territory until the excellent title
track, "Midnight Sun", "Out in the Cold", and "Round and
Round", what I feel to be the four best songs. This section
of the album is amazing melancholy progressive folk, great
melodies and strong, somber vocal parts. The album closes
with more of the sing along type stuff that characterized
the first half, though a little better. I'm not really
a big fan of the layered backing vocals.
Overall a decent enough album. Some spellbinding moments,
but I didn't dig the whole thing from beginning to end.
Good enough to make me want to pursue more Strawbs material
though.
- Greg Northrup [2000]
Systems
Theory - Demos 1999-2000 (2000)
Systems Theory
combines influences from progressive rock, world music,
electronics and a modern production approach to create some
truly unique music. The band uses traditional instruments
such as keyboards, guitar, violin, flute, and mellotron
as well as a variety of technology to manipulate the real
instruments. The drum patters were written using ACID software
and were sampled from real drums. Considering this, the
percussion on the album is excellent, avoiding the pitfalls
of typical electronic drums with enough variation to keep
things interesting and not sounding machine like. The band
has a few more tricks up it's sleeve. Judging by the instruments
listed, you might think this is a lush, symphonic affair,
but then you'd be wrong. Mike Dickson's mellotron adds an
eerie feeling to to sound, while the other instruments are
pushed through processing to make them recognizable, but
not the same old predictable sound.
"Under
Oriental Skies" starts out with ominous string sound and
far east sounding violin runs throughout. Loops, effects
and keyboards add to the dark sound that is occasionally
punctuated by quite eastern melodies. "Breakdance In Hell"
is the highlight of the album for me, staying true to it's
title. Frenetic action abounds, with different instruments
all coming and going over the hellish mellotron backdrop.
Various sound effects heighten the moon, such as mumbled,
processed vocals here and there that sound like tormented
souls. "Where Titans Sleep" continues with a very tribal
feel, while "Strange Obsession" tones things down a notch,
with a more jazzy feel. "The Boy Who Gazed At The Stars"
is by far the most symphonic piece here, at times sounding
traditionally symphonic, with a strong resemblance to the
first Happy The Man album, but at other times much more
aggressive overtones from the violin break it up. The bonus
track, the final demo mix of "The Cool Vibe Of Asia C" is
the most mellow piece included in the set, with a very atmospheric
and tribal feeling with didgeridoo and ethnic percussion
mixed in with mellotron and keyboard backing.
For a set of demos, the songs here are amazingly well put
together and played; this could easily have been a finished
product. My one complaint is that there is such a strong
wall of sound in the songs which never lets up. A little
breathing room here and there would be better, and judging
by the newest song, the band has started to do just that.
Can't wait to hear the completed album. Visit www.systemstheory.net
for more info.
- Mike Prete [April 2001]
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