The Madness of Glass Hammer

The horror!  The horror!

Ok, it’s not yet the Feast of St. Valentine, so I won’t go into complete terror.

If you have a moment and if you (in the U.S. at least) possess $.99, there’s little better you can do with that money than purchase Glass Hammer’s latest single, “Cool Air.”stories synphonic

It’s their only contribution to a project exploring–through prog–the stories of H.P. Lovecraft.  It’s cleverly subtitled “A Synphonic Collection.”  Here’s the link at amazon.com:

http://www.amazon.com/Cool-Air/dp/B00ASHC30A/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359585412&sr=8-1&keywords=glass+hammer+cool+air

Considering the typical Glass Hammer themes of nobility, whimsy (Steve and Fred can be hilarious), and struggle, the lyrics to “Cool Air” are a bit shocking.  I can’t quite piece the whole story together, but I think it’s about a man who tries to use science (and some kind of gnostic magic) to preserve and extend his life.  He, of course, fails, and the story of the song seems to take place 18 years after his death.

The horror, indeed.

The song has everything: brilliant Glass Hammer music; narration; and creepy lyrics.

I doubt if I’ll listen to the song over and over again, as I do with other Glass Hammer songs and albums, but only because I don’t think I want all of the lyrics running around my head or soul.  Still, it is pretty great, if unusual.

New Thieves’ Kitchen out today

thieves-kitchen-one-for-sorrow-two-for-joy-jan-2013The latest album from Thieves’ Kitchen is now available from a variety of sources.  Long live Anglo-Saxon-Celtic-Scandinavian prog!

http://thieveskitchen.wordpress.com/2013/01/29/14s24j-now-available/

The Amazing Wilf’s Great Big Wonderful Day

david elliott amazing wilfOne of our favorite English proggers, David Elliott, aka The Amazing Wilf, is enjoying a birthday today.  He has not attained that really all-important half century mark, but he’s getting really, really close.

If you’re interested in checking out David’s views on prog (and you should!), please go to his renowned radio  show/podcast, The European Perspective.

http://www.thedividingline.com/podcasts/european-perspective/

Happy Birthday, David–from all of us at Progarchy.

Thomas Dolby’s Golden Age

In the late spring of 1982, as I completed 8th grade, I met one of those kids who is always at the height of cool.  But, it was a calm, somewhat cynical, real cool, not the show-off cool of the wealthy socialite kids.  It was the Bohemian cool of the Beatnik not contrived cool of the Hippie or the Yuppie.

Ritchie.

ThomasDolbyTheGoldenAgeOfWirelessOnly a few of us belonged to his circle.

Except for moments of ecstatic outbursts about an idea here or there, he radiated coolness.  He read the Great Books and knew lots of poetry, he worked out in his room (he had the whole upstairs of a late 19th century house to himself) and studied Japanese martial arts, he knew everything about men such as Bill Buckley and Jack Kerouac, he owned the best stereo system of anyone our age, and he possessed an amazing record collection.  He was the youngest of a large family, and his parents were much older, pretty much leaving Ritchie to raise himself.

It was Ritchie who introduced so many of us–in a medium-sized town in the wheat belt of the Great Plains–to English New Wave.  Growing up a progger–addicted from an early age to Yes, Genesis, and Kansas–New Wave was a bit eye opening for me.  It seemed to hold much of the complexity of prog, but it did so with computers and keyboards, often one or two musicians, where prog might have included eight or nine.  Ritchie introduced me to ABC, Kate Bush, The Smiths, Oingo Boingo, Tears For Fears, and, most importantly for me, Thomas Dolby.

Not only was I a prog guy, but I was also very much a sci-fi and computer guy.  All of this appealed to me. Continue reading “Thomas Dolby’s Golden Age”

Riverside – Shrine Of New Generation Slaves

They like their prog in Poland.

Europe’s ninth largest country is an essential touring destination for the likes of Anathema, Marillion, Pendragon and many other well-established acts, and it is the source of much home-grown talent, chief amongst which must surely be the excellent Riverside.

If you want to know just how good these accomplished purveyors of heavy prog are, perhaps a die-hard Rush fan like me can simply point out that I saw them play live in the same week as Rush on the Time Machine tour in 2011 and was hard-pressed to pick the better of the two gigs!

Starting with 2003’s Out Of Myself, the band have released a new album every couple of years to ever-increasing acclaim, culminating in the highly successful Anno Domini High Definition back in 2009. Since then, though, things have been comparatively quiet. A three-track EP, Memories In My Head, appeared in June 2011, but we’ve had to wait until the start of 2013 for a new full-length work. It’s here now, it’s called Shrine Of New Generation Slaves, and it’s absolutely stunning.

SONGSShrine builds on its predecessor and develops the Riverside sound in a number of respects. Its carefully-chosen title is a coded signal of the band’s intent to produce better crafted songs (look at the initial letters!) and in this respect, they have largely succeeded. The band have historically been more prog than metal whilst embracing elements of both traditions, but this release sees them flirting with more straightforward hard rock and blues-tinged sounds in places. There is even a certain jazzy looseness to parts of the album. They wear these new influences well. Above all, what they’ve produced here is something that is more cohesive conceptually and more interesting musically than any of their previous work.

The variations of pace and atmosphere on display here are a delight. Fans of the harder, heavier aspects of the Riverside sound will particularly enjoy opener New Generation Slave, which turns into a real up-tempo rocker after a slow-burn beginning of plucked acoustic guitar, ponderous power chords and treated vocals. Celebrity Touch is equally powerful and even more straightforward in its approach but is marred slightly for me by overuse of distortion effects on Mariusz Duda’s voice. Lyrically, though, it’s an effective stab at the absurdities of celebrity culture: “What matters is to be in view / I am seen therefore I am”. A similar urgency pervades Feel Like Falling thanks to its pulsing synthesiser and staccato rhythm. It’s an undoubted earworm, almost a pop song, and an obvious choice for another single.

The rockier tracks are interleaved with quieter, more reflective pieces, as is common on Riverside albums. The melancholic, piano-driven We Got Used To Us mourns a failing relationship in which the participants “started to keep ourselves at a distance we could control, not too close, not too far” and “pretend we’re OK by filling up our inner space with little hates and so-called love”.  Longer tracks The Depth Of Self-Delusion and Deprived (Irretrievably Lost Imagination) are typical of the melodic, effortlessly flowing songs that this band do so well. The former boasts a very Opeth-like minor key acoustic guitar motif and the latter’s 8 minutes and 26 seconds give ample time for some understated but excellent keyboard work by Michał Łapaj and a wonderful jazz-infused closing section featuring Marcin Odyniec on saxophone. Deprived is, in fact, one of the album’s highlights, with a vibe not dissimilar from recent solo material by Steven Wilson.

Penultimate track Escalator Shrine is the longest on the album and can reasonably claim to be its musical climax. It starts in low-key fashion with a melody picked out by Duda’s bass guitar and some bluesy electric piano, before building to a crescendo just before the five-minute mark with Hammond organ that recalls first Floyd’s Echoes and then the late Jon Lord’s work with Deep Purple. The frenetic pace lets up half way through and the last few minutes are more measured but no less epic in feel. The lyrics denounce the superficiality of a modern consumerist lifestyle: “Buying reduced price illusions / Floating into another light / Melting into another lonely crowd”.

Despite its brevity, final track Coda is anything but an afterthought; rather, this delicate acoustic piece lends conceptual integrity to the whole album by reprising the verses of Feel Like Falling – although this time the tone is more hopeful, the “Day outside grows black … Squeeze my eyes shut” lyric changing to “Night outside grows white … Open my eyes, don’t feel like falling into blank space”.

By the way, if you are planning to buy this, let me recommend to you the two-disc limited edition. Disc 2 of the set, entitled Night Sessions, consists of over 22 minutes of instrumental music, split into two parts. Part 1 is reminiscent of Mariusz Duda’s solo project, Lunatic Soul, and features sequencer patterns that bring to mind early 80s Tangerine Dream; Part 2 is more minimalist and boasts some haunting saxophone playing. It’s very different in tone from Disc 1, but it’s very good!

Riverside, ADHD (2009)

As I prepare to give the new Riverside a spin (it is arriving much later in the U.S. than in other parts of the world), I thought it would be worth offering my thoughts on the previous work of Riverside, in particular the last full album, ADHD.Image

Five songs at 44 minutes and 42 seconds.  The intrepid Carl Olson (of Ignatius Insight fame and now fellow Progarchist) first introduced me to this post-Communist Polish band, and I’ve been more than a little fond of them since our first encounter.

Brilliantly, their first three studio albums–collectively known as “Reality Dream”–form one story.  Though I’ve listened to the albums too many times to count, I’m still not exactly sure what that story is about.  It follows a man who is either a saint and having endless mystical visions, or else he’s insane and trapped in an asylum.

Either way, I like the story.

ADHD appeared at an important moment for me, musically speaking.  Compared to some of the other “big” releases of 2009, ADHD towered.

Dream Theater’s album that year, “Black Clouds and Silver Linings,” served as an incoherent exercise in notes chasing notes and embarrassingly written lyrics.

Even more disappointing, Pure Reason Revolution’s “Amor Vincit Omnia” offered nothing but miserable sexual decadence and ridiculous Euro dance-type music.  The title should’ve been Lust Conquers All, not Love Conquers All.  How this could have been the same band that released the captivating “The Dark Third,” I have no idea.

Riverside’s ADHD redeems them all.  Labeled “harder” and “heavier” by several reviewers, ADHD is nothing if not insanely intense.  Is it hard?  Yes.  Do notes chase notes?  Yes.  Is there sexual deviance in the lyrics?  Yes.  But, unlike the music of Dream Theater’s most recent cd, or the lyrics of Pure Reason Revolution’s new album, Riverside’s heaviness, notes chasing notes, and lyrics all have a purpose; they each serve the entirety of the album.  Indeed, nothing in this short 44plus minutes is in vein; every aspect of the album has its purpose and knows its place.

Indeed, Riverside expresses intense anger and frustration about the state of the world—the “liquid modernity” identified in the first track, “Hyperactive.”

Modernity destroys real community. “In the mass of different runners/Different lies/We can’t make time to realize/How the same we are.”  And, modernity results in isolated, insecure (“hatred for my inner chaos”), and self-centered individuality.

We’ve lost the flow of generations, and we wallow in our subjective realities.  “I used to be one of you/With the same spark in my eyes/And now I don’t belong to this place/It’s a matter of merciless time/I wholly vanish.”  So far gone are we as a people, that we obsess about our own created gadgets, the products of our will and ingenuity, and our immediate fame, here and now.  “Come to me now/I will cure your soul/I’m the savior of our times/I know exactly what it needs/You’ve let yourself go/You’ve felt so down/So my hi-tech salvation is just for you.”

Properly, progressive rock reviewers love their tradition and the heritage of the music.  Reviewers always compare releases of Riverside to Porcupine Tree, Pink Floyd, and Tool.  These are fine comparisons, but Riverside–from the opening note on their first album to the ending note on this most recent release–are very much their own band.  Frankly, while building on what Pink Floyd offered, Riverside has topped Pink Floyd in terms of musical ability and atmosphere.  More than anything else, Riverside has confidence its in its own abilities and direction, it understands the parts each member of the band plays in the band as a whole, and it recognizes the importance of voice (human and instrumental) in its music.

While each member plays exceedingly well here, the keyboardist, Michal Lapaz, stands out the most.  From the opening note to the end of the album, his work defines ADHD.  No keyboardist has played this well since Steve Winwood on “Blind Faith,” Greg Allman on “Fillmore East,” Rick Wakeman on “Close to the Edge,” or Mark Hollis on “Spirit of Eden.”  I can’t even put my admiration in words.  Every time I listen to him play on ADHD, I can only provide a rather sincere but inarticulate “phew.”

I give Riverside’s ADHD one of the highest rankings I can.  This album is simply exemplary.  Thank you, Riverside.  Thank you, Poland.

Remembering: Peter Gabriel (“Scratch”) (1978)

After leaving Genesis, Peter Gabriel released four solo albums (1977, 1978, 1980, and 1982), all originally simply entitled Peter Gabriel.  The first three earned nicknames based on their covers, and the fourth was dubbed Security when it was released in the U. S.  (I remember thinking at the time that this album-titling strategy, surely frustrating to marketers, was one of the coolest things imaginable.)

scratchEver since its release in 1978, the second Peter Gabriel (“Scratch”) has been one of my very favorite albums.  It would make my top 25 list not only of “prog” albums, but of any albums of any genre.  I’ve often been strongly tempted to think that this was due to those idiosyncratic associations we all have with some of the albums from youth.  But I’ve both listened to and thought about it again lately, and I’ve decided that I will still boldly proclaim that it is, as an album, the best of the four.

This feels like a strange judgment to make.  While about as critically successful as its companions at the time, generally speaking, it now sometimes seems to be the least enduringly “visible” of the four.  I have certainly run into a lot of folks who know Gabriel’s work generally but who do not remember “Scratch” well.  (Perhaps this is different across the pond?)  And my judgement does not negate the high points of the other three, arguably higher in some ways than any particular moment on “Scratch.”  But “Scratch” is not about high points as much as it is about a compelling sort of quasi-operatic profundity, sustained with remarkable consistency all the way through both sides of the original vinyl.

Now, putting it that way, in terms of the “operatic,” may make it sound “over-the-top,” but that is precisely what “Scratch” is not.  The profundity has always sounded, and still does sound, wholly genuine to me.  It has a remarkable textural subtlety that, as far as I can tell, has a lot to do with the way in which Robert Fripp’s production places just the right amount of restraint on Gabriel’s 70’s envelope-pushing ethos.  (If you know the album, but haven’t done it recently, listen to it again alongside the other two albums in the Fripp “trilogy,” Fripp’s Exposure and Daryl Hall’s Sacred Songs.)

With Fripp’s production and the marvelous synergy of the musicians (yes, I have to use that word, and not just because of Larry Fast), Gabriel’s voice on this album (sometimes treated, sometimes multiplied, sometimes fragile, sometimes exquisitely abrasive) is at its most Genesis-glory-days “Gabrielesque.”  I tend to see it as the last truly great whole-album surge of the “early” Gabriel.  Again, this is not to cast particular aspersions upon the “later” Gabriel.  (I think the last single-song surge may have been “Shock the Monkey,” but that judgment may be clouded by its delightful music video.)  So (1986) is amazing in completely different ways.

I haven’t yet been able to bring myself to discuss the individual songs.  Do you remember them?  If so, I’m guessing you remember some more than others, but I’ll surrender to the impulse and not go there.  I’ll stick with my focus on the album as album.  Listen again to the whole thing.  Listen to it as a sustained, single work.

To my ears, it holds up as well as anything Gabriel has ever done.

RUSH: A Farewell to Hemispheres, Part I

by Kevin McCormick

Rush appears to be a band without a retirement plan.  This past year saw the release of the highly acclaimed studio album Clockwork Angels, the subsequent world tour promoting the album and the fourth remastered re-release of the 35-year old classic album 2112.   With the re-release of that epic work and the renewed attention it has garnered, it is worth noting that the recording and the subsequent live shows were really, as the liner notes say, “The end of the beginning, a milestone to mark the close of chapter one in the annals of Rush.”

From Rushvault.
From Rushvault.

Neil Peart hardly could have known how accurate that statement would be.  Today the band is approaching its 40th year since its first full-length album.  Most artists of their age lucky enough to be still performing spend most of their time coasting on the tails of decades-old hits and playing as shadows of their former glory.  Rush seems to continually push itself into new territory creating an ever-changing sound yet with ever constant sensibility.  Something about Rush feels contemporary but remains rooted in the sound of three guys from Toronto four decades past.

Rock artists worked more quickly back then. By 1976, a banner year for Rush, the band had produced four studio albums.  Having resurrected themselves from the brink of extinction (or at least from being dropped by their label) with the inexplicable popularity of their futuristic totalitarian opera “2112,” the band toured extensively throughout the US and Canada.  Their “brief” stretch promoting the new album ran from February to August and included opening for Blue Oyster Cult and Aerosmith.  Somehow the band found time to put together a double-live album of those recent shows and, with but a week in-between, again headed out on the road from August and into the new year promoting that record, All the World’s a Stage. By the time they wrapped up in England in June of 1977, Rush had been touring for nearly two years without a lengthy break and receiving accolades not only for their recorded work but for the power, skill and intensity they brought to the stage.

Continue reading “RUSH: A Farewell to Hemispheres, Part I”

Progarchy Presto: Jennyanykind’s Mythic Re-released

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Michael Holland (center) and Mark Holland (right)

Thanks no doubt in part to Craig Breaden’s rousing review on Friday (1/18/13), the Holland Brothers have made the Jennyanykind album Mythic (1995) available again at their band page.

http://euramericansoul.com/album/mythic

Take a look at Craig’s write-up and give this hidden gem a spin.

Lifesigns: the first wave in the new British prog tsunami

Lifesigns CD (2)It is going to be another vintage year for prog and if you do not know when or where it is going to start, then may I suggest you put Monday January 28 2013 into your diary?

Why? Because on that day, the first wave in the tsunami of brilliant new British prog rock will be available to the discerning listening community in the form of Lifesigns.

Let me tell you a little bit about it. First, it is another prog-ject following on from Kompendium’s Beneath the Waves and Genesis Revisited II that both had guest lists straight out of prog central casting. Also, three of the main players from those albums, Steve Hackett, Nick Beggs and Jakko Jakszyk will be appearing on Lifesigns.

Heading up this album is John Young, the classically trained composer, keyboards player and vocalist whose CV includes stints with Asia, the Strawbs, Greenslade, Fish, Uli Jon Roth and his own John Young Band. He also tours with Bonnie “Total Eclipse of the Heart” Tyler.

After such an illustrious career, John decided six years ago he ought to write a prog album which would draw together all the musical influences in his life including classic bands of the 70s such as Yes and Focus.

To cut a long story short, John moved to the delightfully named town of Leighton Buzzard in the Home Counties of England where his next door neighbour was music producer Steve Rispin to whom he started playing some of his musical ideas, usually late at night. Nick Beggs is also resident in this town and John invited him to be a central collaborator to Lifesigns. Frosty Beedle, drummer with Cutting Crew, who had a huge hit with (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight, became the third musical member of the core Lifesigns group with John and Nick.

So where is this all leading? Well last January, John and Nick invited Martin Reijman, my prog partner in crime, and me to come and hear an early version of the album.

By way of explanation, Nick and I go back a long long way – over 30 years – back to when I was working as a reporter on the local paper in Leighton Buzzard, but that’s a story for another time.

We had also met John both via Facebook and at a gig so it was an real honor to be among the first to hear the genesis of Lifesigns. Eighty five per cent of the album had been completed then and we were both struck by its classic British prog style, full of uplifting melodies, harmonies and instrumentation. By then, Steve Hackett had also added a couple of his signature flourishes to the arrangements.

After that, John also secured the services of one of his heroes, the legendary Thijs Van Leer of Focus who provided some lovely flutelines, then guitarists Jakko from King Crimson and Robin Boult, who has played with Fish.

The months passed and John got back in contact to say the album had been completed and Esoteric Records would be releasing it.  He invited us back to hear the finished article but unfortunately Martin was unwell on the day in question and is still to hear it.  So I returned alone to Steve Rispin’s studio in a beautiful part of rural Buckinghamshire to hear the album and meet Frosty, and John of course.

Well, the finished article was sensational. It was quite mind-blowing to think of the various processes and mixes the music had been through to achieve the final sound. Lifesigns is one of those quintessentially classic British prog albums (with a dash of Dutch artistry) which takes you on a long and memorable journey through some very special sonic landscapes.

The opener Lighthouse nearly knocked me off my chair with its wall of sound that conjured up crashing waves. As John is keen to point out, the theme of the album is life itself and is open to any interpretation the listener may want to put on it.

The three of us ended up at the local bar in the neighboring village where John recounted an extraordinary story of a meeting he had with another of his heroes, the brilliant Patrick Moraz of  Refugee, Yes and the Moody Blues in the bar of the Los Angeles’ Hilton Hotel. Maybe one day, I will take a verbatim note from John of the story and share it with you here.

Anyway, that’s the background to Lifesigns which I hope you will all  hear and adore, made by a group of incredibly charming guys who genuinely love making the music. It was a real privilege to have been a party to its progress last year.

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