Chris Cornell/Johnny Cash song released: “You Never Knew My Mind”

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This May will mark a year since Cornell took his life after a Soundgarden show in Detroit; now there is a new song from the late, legendary singer. Titled “You Never Knew My Mind,” it is the first single from a tribute album—Forever Words—to Johnny Cash. Each of the songs (other artists include Elvis Costello, Jewel, Rosanne Cash, Brad Paisley) features words from poems and lyrics by Cash set to new music. Here is Cornell’s song:

And here is video of Cornell recording the song and talking about his deep admiration for Cash.

The admiration was mutual, as Cash, in 1996, recorded a fabulous cover of Soundgarden’s powerful 1991 song “Rusty Cage”:

When I saw Cornell in concert here in Eugene, Oregon, in the summer of 2016, Cornell sang “Rusty Cage” in the same galloping, country-fied style as Cash, in homage.

Dolores O’Riordan, requiescat in pace

Screenshot 2018-01-15 13.28.00The news of the death of Dolores O’Riordan, singer and songwriter for The Cranberries, is both deeply saddening and quite shocking, given that O’Riordan was just 46 years old. The band has released a statement saying:

The lead singer with the Irish band The Cranberries, was in London for a short recording session. No further details are available at this time. Family members are devastated to hear the breaking news and have requested privacy at this very difficult time.

As the statement indicates, O’Riordan was keeping busy, and a quick search of YouTube turns up a number of performances, both solo and with the band, over the past couple of years. Here is an April 2017 performance of “Linger,” one of the singles off of the band’s 1993 hit album Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?: Continue reading “Dolores O’Riordan, requiescat in pace”

My 12 favorite prog albums of 2017 (12 days late!)

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Bent Knee (www.bentkneemusic.com)

(1) “Land Animal” by Bent Knee: One of my favorite albums of 2017, regardless of genre, classification, categorization, etc. As I marveled in my mini-review for Progarchy: “the whole of Bent Knee is, again, hard to describe, a mixture of orchestral-ish passages, raw but tight guitar, polyrhythmic craziness, classically-imbued moments of open tenderness, angst-packed explosions, and much more.” Don’t miss it.

(2) “In Contact” by Caligula’s Horse: The lads from Down Under rarely disappoint, and this powerful, masterful album catches them at the height of their powers. As I wrote in my fairly detailed Progarchy review: “In Contact proves the band is incapable of producing anything less than exceptional, and it is arguably their best work to date.”

(3) “Malina” by Leprous: More pop-ish and less overtly prog-ish than previous releases, this is a lean, catchy, and often anthemic album that still packs plenty of heavy punch while clearly reaching out to a wider audience. Great driving music!

(4) “The Source” by Aryeon: A wild, over-the-top sprawl of an album filled with more hooks than a deluxe fishing kit, equalled only by the number of singers (dozens? hundreds?). Considering the dystopian, apocalyptic nature of the story and lyrics, this is simply aural fun at its best. Ear candy deluxe!

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My Favorite Non-Prog Pop/Rock of 2017

nomusicnolifeI’m not sure that I’m the most non-proggy of the many esteemed Progarchist contributors, but I do tend to run a bit hot-and-cold when it comes to my prog listening. So much so, I am almost hesitant to offer up my Favorite Prog of 2017 (forthcoming!), but since it contains the all-important adjective “favorite,” I think I’m on safe ground. As usual, most of my listening this past year was in the realm of jazz and other instrumental music, but that list is also forthcoming. Between those two wide, general genres is my current list, which I think has a couple of interesting twists and turns. Here then are my Favorite Pop/Rock albums that cannot, in good conscience, be called “prog”.

• Top of the Glorious, Musical Heap: “Grace Street” by Big Wreck. Ian Thornley and Company continue to impress and dazzle in big ways, producing a sprawling but incredibly masterful collection of songs that are, as I wrote in my February review, notable for being “defiant” and “hopeful” in equal measure, reflecting the aftermath of Thornley’s divorce. This album stood out to me because, despite having nearly a full year to marinate in its musical flavors, it never became tiring or dull; on the contrary, I continue to listen to it on a regular basis. The songs are varied but cohesive; the playing is stellar; the vocals are unreal; the guitar solos are stunning. And, despite not being prog, even the most die-hard progarchist will nod in admiration at extended, complex cuts such as “A Speedy Recovery” and the instrumental “Skybunk Marché”. Recommended without reservation.

• “Live at the OT Arena/B-Sides and Rarities” by Alter Bridge. This 3-CD set is a gift that keeps on giving, especially for the price. The third disc (b-sides, rarities) is so good, I’ve only listened to the two live discs a few times. In fact, I think it easily holds its own among the many exceptional Alter Bridge albums; the first three songs—”Breathe,” “Cruel Sun,” and “Solace”—are astonishing examples of slow-burn brilliance, with echoes of Soundgarden and Chris Cornell, both musically and lyrically. The guitar is, of course, stellar, and Myles Kennedy demonstrates again his broad range, remarkable control, and emotional vibrancy. And speaking of Kennedy, his much anticipated and long awaited solo album “Year of the Tiger” is being released on March 8, 2018; here’s the title cut: Continue reading “My Favorite Non-Prog Pop/Rock of 2017”

“In Contact” continues impressive trajectory of Caligula’s Horse

Never felt like this before
Like the window in the water
Worlds of worthy sacrifice
But you made me feel alive
Like the light through dreamers eyes
I’m taking what I need
— Caligula’s Horse, “Dream the Dead”

Ever since hearing Moments From Ephemeral City back in 2011, I’ve looked forward to every release from Caligula’s Horse, the outstanding progressive quintet from Brisbane, Queensland. I didn’t write a proper review of that first release, but did say, “First, that’s a great band name. Secondly, that’s a good album title. Third, the music is just as inventive and attention-grabbing. Finally, the 12-minutes song ‘Alone in the World’ is one of my favorite songs of the year.”ch_incontact

That fabulous song contains all the ingredients that continue to shine forth in the band’s subsequent releases: a heavy-soft dynamic rooted squarely on founder and producer Sam Vallen’s stunning guitar work, a dark-light dynamic flowing from singer Jim Grey’s rich and expressive vocals, complex longer songs mixed with more immediate and very melodic shorter songs, and opaque lyrics containing a mixture of “the usual” (angst, love, fear, hope) and unusual (classical and historical references, musings on religion and spirituality). To my ear, these guys are really a cut or two above in terms of songcraft; every single solo or instrumental passage serves the greater good. There is no noodling or showing off, even though everyone has chops to burn.

Not to oversimplify, but it seems to me that most (most, not all) really good to great progressive rock bands have a riveting combination of distinctive vocals and guitar work. Vallen and Grey are world class in their respective crafts; in fact, Grey has shown in his work with the now-defunct Arcane that his distinctive pipes will stand out in any context; he discusses both bands in this excellent August 2015 interview. (Speaking of Arcane, the band’s final album, Known/Learned, is one of the finest prog albums of the past few years.) Grey is a vocalist with a remarkable combination of technical skill, as evidenced in his perfect control and pitch, and emotive impact; he can convey anger, vulnerability, joy, despair, and ecstasy with stunning ease, often on the turn of a dime.

I thought that 2013’s The Tide, The Thief & River’s End was a landmark album for the band (see my Progarchy.com review) and that Bloom continued the positive trajectory. In Contact proves the band is incapable of producing anything less than exceptional, and it is arguably their best work to date. In fact, I likely would say it is their best—period—save for the inclusion of an annoying and momentum-killing three-minute-long spoken track #8 (“Inertia and the Weapon of the Wall”), which I skip on every listen.

The opener, “Dream the Dead,” begins with a salvo of soaring guitar and then segues into a melodic verse over a little riff containing hints of Daniel Lanois, then building upon the heavy-soft/dark-like dynamics mentioned earlier. “Will’s Song” is, to my ears, the most run-of-the-mill cut, with some basic djent riffing and shouted choruses. But the rest of the album (again, save cut #8) is either above average or outstanding. “The Hands are the Hardest” has a wealth of great tones, a wonderful guitar solo, and a melancholic yet rousing series of choruses and bridges. “Love Conquers All” is a pithy and lovely tune featuring Grey at his most vulnerable:

The beast that I have become
Could set me free of this
If only I had the time
If only these hands were mine

It fades away far too quickly, giving way to “Song for No One,” which is, along with the final song, the nearly 16-minute-long “Graves,” the heart of the album:

“Capulet” returns to a more subdued, acoustic-ish soundscape before “Fill My Heart” embarks on a yearning, mid-tempo slow burn that features some tasteful drumming from newcomer Josh Griffin; the final three minutes are a perfect example of the Vallen-Grey interplay, with impressive leads by both. “The Cannon’s Mouth” lives up to the name, with a series propulsive, shot-like riffs and soaring vocals. The epic closer “Graves” brings it all together, with a masterful musical arc, a lush series of a cappella harmonies, a ear-worm chorus, devastating shredding by Vallen, and final barrage of heavy riffs and atmospheric vocalizing:

My take: this is one of the best prog releases of the year. Unless spoken word is your thing, I recommend skipping track #8 and enjoying yet another impressive effort from the best-named band from Down Under.

Happy 50th Birthday, Brad Birzer, Über-Progarchist!

bbirzer_1987Today is the birthday of Dr. Bradley Birzer, co-founder, lead editor, and driving force behind this little gem of a website. Happy Birthday, Brad!

Brad and I first met when I interviewed him about one of his many fine books (about Christopher Dawson, if I recall correctly), back in 2008. We quickly found out that we had much in common when it came to theology, philosophy, literature, and, yes, music. We began to share notes and thoughts about music, and eventually I suggested that we should consider putting together a site dedicated to any and all thoughts we had about music. The next day—the next day!—Brad sent me a link to Progarchy.com. Apparently he had stayed up most the night creating it. So when I think of Brad, these following descriptives come to mind: tireless, passionate, honest, brilliant, funny, self-effacing, joyful, and bursting with life.

I’m not sure of the exact date, but Brad created this site sometime in either late September or early October 2012. So we are now at the fifth anniversary. And anyone who pays attention to the site knows that Brad has been the heart and soul of what we do here. Thank you, Brad!

I hope Brad won’t mind, first, that I used one of his Facebook photos for this post: of the young Birzer in college thirty years ago. And, secondly, this playlist that he posted today:

Rush—Tom Sawyer
BBT-Hedgerow
World Party—Is it Like Today?
XTC—Then She Appeared
Beethoven’s 6th
Kevin McCormick—Solearas
Matt Stevens—Into the Sea
Cosmograf—The Vacuum That I Fly Through
The Tangent—The Canterbury Sequence
Echo—The Killing Moon
Flower Kings—I Am the Sun
King Bathmat—Sentinel
Mew—Snow Brigade
Marillion—Ocean Cloud
NAO—Wires
Peter Gabriel—Rhythm of the Heat
Porcupine Tree—Time Flies

Happy Birthday, Über-Progarchist!

Who knew The Atlantic could be so shallow?

ocean_manFirst, let’s give proper credit to James Parker, who is a contributing editor to The Atlantic and a white man who hates prog rock: he manages to avoid, in his review of David Weigel’s book The Show That Never Ends: The Rise and Fall of Prog Rock, the adjective “pretentious.” Kudos. Props. Cheers. Scattered applause.

The rest of his article—that is, the entire article—is appalling, bad, and cranky (the abc’s of lousy articles), starting with the title—“The Whitest Music Ever”—and taken up a few notches with the subtitle: “Prog rock was audacious, innovative—and awful.” Perhaps Parker was trying to top Kyle Smith’s embarrassing excursion into prog criticism. If so, he succeeds in some ways, if only because he doesn’t even try to construct an argument, provide much (if any) context or contrast, or observe any basic journalistic rules governing facts, truth, and other boring minutia. It’s so pathetic, it makes a typical blog rant on about any topic sound like “The Gettysburg Address” in comparison.

Here, bullet-pointed in order to keep me from wasting too much time shoveling on this, are five glaring problems with the article:

The word “was” in the subtitle. Just like Smith, Parker seems completely unaware of the history of prog after the late ’70s and is clueless about the steady re-birth of prog over the past 25 years or so. Everyone knows that prog experienced a serious dive in maintstream popularity; what many folks don’t admit is that prog didn’t die. You could say it went into hibernation, but there’s a real sense in which it actually fragmented or melted into the world of pop music—think Asia, Genesis, Yes (with Rabin), Alan Parson’s Project, and so forth—and then slowly began to reform throughout the Eighties, finally coalescing again in even more diverse and surprising ways in the Nineties. As Alexis Petridis observed in a 2010 article in The Guardian on the resurgence of prog:

The perceived wisdom is that it was utterly swept away by punk, but that doesn’t account for the string of British prog bands signed by major labels in the early 80s – not just Marillion, but IQ, Pendragon and Pallas – nor for the continued chart success of Yes, Rush and Genesis, although whether those bands’ 80s oeuvres could truly be considered prog is a matter of some debate…

I say “diverse” because prog in recent decades has become incredibly popular in places such as Italy, Spain, South America, and parts of Asia. Yes, it is still Euro-centric (ooh, how horrible), but it’s not about “white” as much as it’s about a certain stream of Western culture and artistic expression (ooh, that really is horrible). In sum: anyone who thinks prog died in the Seventies shouldn’t be writing about prog. Period.  Continue reading “Who knew The Atlantic could be so shallow?”