Underrated Albums Corner – Genesis, …And Then There Were Three

The top ten reasons to listen again to
…And Then There Were Three (1978):

10. Tony Banks’ keyboard work

9. Phil Collins’ drumming

8. Mike Rutherford’s bass work

7. The TEXTURE of the production

6. The rest of the songs are much more interesting than “Follow You Follow Me”

5. The strange but fascinating premises of most of the songs

4. Phil Collins singing about an American cowboy.

3. The TEXTURE of the production

2. How astonishingly well these guys do musically, even without Steve Hackett

1. The TEXTURE of the production!

A Potpourri of Pineapple Treats

Kscope Music has been reissuing The Pineapple Thief’s albums beginning with their third, Variations on a Dream. With the recent release of their sixth, What We Have Sown, a wonderful back catalog is now available to those of us who missed them the first time around.

I happen to love Bruce Soord’s music, but there might be a “sameness” to it that can be frustrating to some prog fans. Soord’s compositional technique is very minimalist (in the same sense Philip Glass, Steve Reich, and Arvo Part are minimalist). For example, the song “Vapour Trails”, from Variations on a Dream, is nine minutes long, and the entire lyrics consist of

we’re flying too low/we’re flying too low/and trying to go far/but finding it hard/we’ve got your vapour trails to follow/you home/we’ve got your vapour trails to follow/we’re flying too fast/we’re flying too fast/and finding it won’t last/but something will pass…/we’ve got your vapour trails to follow/you home

As the words are repeated over and over, they become part of the overall sound of the song, and small variations in the melody have a much greater impact. It takes patience to listen to a typical Pineapple Thief song, but it is definitely rewarding. Every song creates a sense of time being suspended, as endless permutations of the basic melody are worked out. Perhaps Soord is the Bach of prog, and his songs are fugues!

If you’ve never heard anything by The Pineapple Thief, a good place to start is the two-disc compilation, 3000 Days. Variations on a Dream (probably my favorite, with the amazing mini-suite “Part Zero”)  is Pineapple Thief at their most Radiohead-like. 10 Stories Down is more acoustic and lighter in feel.  Little Man is a heartbreakingly beautiful account of Soord’s loss of a child at birth.

What We Have Sown was initially released as a quickly-recorded farewell work for the Cyclops label just before The Pineapple Thief began its relationship with Kscope. Recorded in 8 days, it is a wonderful collection that features one of Soord’s finest songs, the 27-minute “What Have We Sown?” as well as the sinuous, Middle Eastern-flavored “Well, I Think That’s What You Said”. Kscope has tacked on two bonus tracks, making it an even better package than the original.

As a matter of fact, Kscope has done an excellent job with all four reissues. They come in attractive slipcases, and all have updated artwork. Variations on a Dream and 10 Stories Down each include a bonus disc of music that was originally given away in limited editions.

The Pineapple Thief represent a more contemplative side of prog, and based upon their latest release, All The Wars, they are still exploring new and exciting musical territory.

Yes, A Floydian Rush to Jazz!

I’ve been buried with real work and real reality, but I do have grand designs for review posts of the new Soundgarden CD, “King Animal”, which released today, and Stephen Lambe’s book, Citizens of Hope and Glory: The Story of Progressive Rock, which I’ve almost completed reading (very short review: 4.5 stars out of 5, recommended). In the meantime, in my unrelenting quest to show the many wonderful connections between prog and jazz, here are three covers of prog classics, performed by the trio, Bad Plus (band site).

For those who aren’t familiar with Bad Plus, the trio—Reid Anderson, Ethan Iverson and David King—has made its name by being, in two word, distinctive and controversial. Part of their distinct (and controversial, to some) approach has been to cover tunes that aren’t a part of the usual jazz canon. For example, have you heard many true jazz covers of ABBA’s “Knowing Me, Knowing You”, Heart’s “Barracuda” (with singer, Wendy Lewis), or Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man”? No, I didn’t think so. And those covers, in my opinion, are excellent; they not only get your attention but they reveal aspects and possibilities in the original songs that weren’t obvious before. And it is done with a winning mixture of intensity, fabulous interplay, respect for the material, sly humor, and some “out there” moments. The Guardian puts it well when it describes the trio in this way: “If the Coen Brothers put together a jazz trio, perhaps it would be like this, the comic and the dramatic rolled together.”

And how about the fact the trio titled its 2007 album, “Prog”? Fabulous! Here, then, are Bad Plus covers of Rush’s “Tom Sawyer”, Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb”, and Yes’s “Long Distance Runaround”:

Sins of the Father

Ok, readers, I have a confession to make.  I have been indoctrinating my two-and-a-half year old son into prog fandom.  In fact, on my iPhone, I have a playlist for this very purpose.  The playlist has the oh-so subtle title of “Subversive Indoctrination to Prog”.  When I give my son his nightly bath, music from this playlist is usually playing in the background.  In fact, sometimes I even time his bath using music from this playlist.  Tonight’s bath was rather long – one Underfall Yard and a Firth of Fifth, to be precise.

Am I doing the right thing?  I wonder.  This could end up causing my son to never be able to sit at the ‘cool kids’ lunch table.  And then there is the problem of the odd time signatures being imprinted into his impressionable little brain.  Will it affect his ability to dance – and could this in turn affect his ability to find a mate later on in life?  Will he be trying (awkwardly) to dance to 7/4 time while a potential girlfriend is gracefully moving to 4/4 time?

On the other hand, as a concerned parent, how can I not do something like this?  Should he really be turned loose in the wasteland of pop music of the present and the future as it continues its descent?  Should some future Lady GaGa, some future Jay-Z, or some future Justin Bieber be allowed to shave points off of his IQ (if you’ll pardon the neo-prog pun).  And living here in Texas, I could be faced with a prog parent’s worst nightmare – that he will spend his 21st birthday line dancing in a bar that exclusively plays country music.  The horror … the horror.

In the end, I think I must continue.  It’s a parent’s job to guide their offspring, is it not?

Son, if you are reading this someday in the future, I apologize for short-circuiting your dancing ability and whatever distress that may cause you in the dating game.  May I suggest you search for a mate that doesn’t like dancing, as I found with your mother?  Please know though, my son, I did this with the best of intentions, trying to keep you from polluting your musical taste with “music” created by record company executives catering to the lowest common denominator in pursuit of the highest possible profit.  Art should be more than that.  As Neal Peart once wrote (and you will know him soon), “glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity.”   As your father, I’m going to do my best to keep your integrity intact.

Love,

Dad

🙂

Neal Morse/A Proggy Christmas

Review of Neal Morse/Prog World Orchestra, A Very Proggy Christmas (Radiant Records, November 20, 2012)

Every Thanksgiving night, we watch “Home Alone,” knowing perfectly well how successful Kevin’s antics will be.  This little ritual of laughs inaugurates the annual Christmas season for the Birzers.

From that showing of Home Alone until the arrival of the Three Wise Men on Epiphany, we celebrate the season of Christmas rather vigorously in our house.  Though we don’t put up the tree until the 24th of December, we certainly let the house ring with festive music–operatic, pop, classical, jazz, and rock.  Indeed, such music plays almost the entire season.

I must admit, I’m a big fan of Christmas albums.  There’s something about such familiar and comforting music being reworked in some kind of new fashion that almost always hits me in particular but probably predictable ways.

I am always especially impressed with artists who rework these Christmas classics, knowing that their songs will be judged by enduring and relatively rigorous standings.  In particular, I especially enjoy the Christmas music of George Winston, Vince Garibaldi, Sixpence None the Richer, Sarah McLachlan, and Loreena McKennitt.

This year, joining this impressive list is Neal Morse’s Christmas band, “Prog World Orchestra.”  Arriving on November 20 (Tuesday, a week from tomorrow) from one of the finest record labels around (Radiant), “A Proggy Christmas” offers a wonderful take on a number of holiday classics.  Not surprisingly–as this comes from the mind of Mr. Progressive himself–the production is rigorous, the music is serious but tinged with Morse’s humor, and a number of pleasant surprises await the listener.

The name of the group, “Prog World Orchestra,” is appropriate.  All of the members of Transatlantic (Portnoy, Trewavas, and Stolt), Steve Hackett, Steve Morse, and Randy George.  Portnoy is even “The Little Drummer Boy”!  Jerry Guidroz does his usual extraordinary mixing and engineering.

Songs include “Joy to the World,” “O Holy Night,” “Hark! The Angels Sing,” “Carol of the Bells,” and the aptly named “Shred Ride.”

While I’m thoroughly enjoying the entire album (breaking my rule of not listening to Christmas music until Thanksgiving), my favorite track is “Frankincense,” an absolutely brilliant collision of Edgar Winters and “Deck the Halls.”  I can’t help but smile for all 3 minutes and 53 seconds of the song.  I would love to know the story behind this song–especially how Morse came up with it.

The video featuring a rough-and-tumble Santa (is that Portnoy dressed as St. Nick?) fighting a mischievous Frankenstein is pretty great as well.  My kids and I have enjoyed watching it on Youtube several times.  

My second favorite track is Morse’s rendition of “Carol of the Bells,” perhaps the most purely prog song on the album.  At almost eight minutes long, keyboard solos abound.

As I listen to this song, I can help but be reminded of Kevin running to his home after the conversation with the “South Bend Shovel Slayer” in the church in his neighborhood.  The clock tower bells are tolling nine.

Please don’t get the image that this album is in any way sacrilegious, as I’m afraid some of my above descriptions might very well seem to make it.  The music is certainly playful, but it’s never in bad taste.  Not in the least.  This is Neal Morse, after all.  Neither, though, is the album as a whole evangelical in the sense that, say, Morse’s excellent “God Won’t Give Up” is.  Perhaps the closest Morse gets to evangelical is in his delivery of the traditional lyrics of “Hark! The Angels Sing.”  Of course, if this song can’t be pro-Christian and evangelical, no Christmas song can!

Again, the album is done in good and respectful taste, but with definite prog and metal arrangements.  There’s an equal amount of jazz, pop, and big band in here as well.

If you have even the slightest love of prog (and, you probably wouldn’t be reading this unless you do), “A Proggy Christmas” is a must own.  Even if you only pull “A Proggy Christmas” out with your other Christmas albums once a year, it’s still a must own.

My guess is that even non-proggers will immensely enjoy Morse’s take on Christmas as well.  Remember how wildly popular the Mannheim Steamroller/Fresh Aire Christmas albums were in the 1980s?  Some of Morse’s arrangements have that same feel, but “A Proggy Christmas” is much, much better.  The same is true, of course, of the Jethro Tull Christmas album.  Still, Morse’s is better.  This album might even be a great way to introduce a non-progger to prog.

Arranging and recording these ten Christmas classics, Morse’s efforts reveal how much more can be done.  Here’s hoping the Yuletide spirit possesses Morse for years to come.  Take my advice.  Run–don’t walk–to the Radiant Records store and treat yourself to a copy in preparation for Thanksgiving, Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany.

Merry Christmas, Neal.

From Prog Magazine.

Prog Dog 6 with Geoff Banks

Dear Progarchists, fabulous dj (despite what he says about himself!) and prog master, Geoff Banks, has a weekly radio-internet show called the Prog Dog show.  I’ve thoroughly enjoyed his program over the last several weeks.  For those of us in EST, it begins at 2pm.

http://myradiostream.com/progdog

His own description of today’s show: “Join me for 2 hrs of scintillating music courtesy of IQ, The Plastic People Of The Universe, Thomas Dolby, Siddhartha, PFM, Public Image, Hatfield and The North, Hawkwind, FPOA, Pink Floyd, Sigur Ros and much much more.”

At the same website as the stream, you can also join in the chat room, upper right corner of the screen.  Banks and followers are as witty as they are knowledgable.  Enjoy!

Mini-review: Fumbling Toward Sarah

Sarah McLachlan, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (1993).  I can’t explain why this album means so much to me, but it does.  I love McLachlan’s voice and her very effective use of hammond organ as well as her Talk Talk-esque atmospherics.

While the album as a whole has a very pop feel, especially after the much more experimental and minimalist first two albums (Touch and Solace), it still holds together brilliantly.  Even 19 years later.

The second half of Fumbling Toward Ecstasy is especially powerful.  In particular, the best songs are the searching “Ice,” the driving “Hold On,” and the whimsical “Ice Cream.”  Really, when one puts the song writing together with the production, one can only reasonably cry “genius.”  Then, if you add “Fear” to this, there’s really nothing to do but drop one’s jaw.  “Fear” is, simply put, one of the finest songs ever written.  Every aspect of it is perfection defined.  Words, meaning, arrangement, production.  I might go so far as to argue this is the single best “pop” song ever written–and, yes, I’m not forgetting the Beatles.  The Beatles never captured this depth of meaning or intent.

Wind in time rapes the flower on the vine/Nothing yields to shelter

And, importantly, Fumbling lacks the nasty anti-religious cant of her middle work (I’m not a purist about this, by any means, as Rush is one of my favorite bands; I can only take in your face skepticism a little more than I can take in your face evangelicalism).  Her followup albums, especially Surfacing and Afterglow, are not only are weak lyrically, they’re weak musically, ranging into pure sap at times.  “Angel” embodies the worst of McLachlan, though I’m sure she made an absolute mint on it.

Her latest album, Laws of Illusion, while not nearly as sappy or poppish as her middle work, is also not as interesting as her earliest work.  Frankly, I hope McLachlan follows other serious pop artists such as Natalie Merchant, going into the more artistic realm rather than the more commercial.  I assume she no longer needs the money to be commercial?   Her voice could fit so perfectly in more experimental venues.

When I worked at the Organization of American Historians in graduate school, we would play all three of the first cds as we played Quake on the network (after business hours, of course).  What a contrast.  Yet, it worked.  That, or we were all a little schizophrenic.  Ok, let’s take this line of reasoning no further.

Believe it or not, I’ve seen McLachlan as many times in concert as I’ve seen Rush.  Each performance is a delight.  Indeed, she’s as good as anyone I’ve ever seen live.  She completely throws herself into every performance.  I very hope she will do the same with her forthcoming album.

Succinct Reviews of Seven Sterling (Non-Prog) CDs

I live with several people and many things: my wife, our three children, a dog, two cats, five chickens, numerous fish, a dated wardrobe, and countless delusions. Among those delusions is an unwarranted—irrational!—belief that I will write long, detailed reviews of every album I deem worthy of such. Reality smirks at such excessive dreams, but I continue to harbor them. Still, I sometimes relent to reality, with gritted teeth and a fleeting snarl. So, what follows are short reviews of seven recently released albums (mostly downloads, actually) that share two qualities: they are not prog, and they are excellent. I should note that although the main focus of Progarchy.com  (which I conceived and Brad birthed—ooh, that sounds a bit, uh, strange) is obviously prog, it is open to all forms of good music. Genre is of far lesser importance than quality. That said, let’s push “Play”.

• “Until The Quiet Comes” by Flying Lotus. This is my sort of electronica: richly detailed, sumptuous, quirky, edged with darkness, possessing a jazzy flair, and endlessly inventive. The jazzy element has a genealogy, as Steven Ellison (who is Flying Lotus) is the great-nephew of Alice Coltrane, wife of the late, legendary ‘Trane. Includes a track, “Electric Candyman”, with a certain Thom Yorke. A near perfect late night album, this rewards repeated listens.

• “3 Pears” by Dwight Yoakam. His music has always been lean and his lyrics dry, but the new twist is subtle: a warmth in both content and sound. An example of the first is “Waterfall”, which is playful, with a wry and wistful sense of joy. The second comes through in Yoakam’s superb vocals, set in arrangements that are fat-free and feature just the right amount of twang and reverb, with tasty touches of organ and piano. The man is a superior songwriter and this set is further proof that country music can be twangy and contemporary without being shallow and trendy.

• “Long Wave” by Jeff Lynne. A part of me was prepared to dislike this because it is a covers album and is quite short (barely 28 minutes). Yes, this is a rather nostalgic homage to songs Lynne grew up on (standouts include “She” and “Beyond the Sea”), but the wizard of ELO brings such an obvious love to the project, I was won over. It doesn’t hurt that it is impeccably sung, played and produced, with lush Lynne-harmonies and ELO-like arrangements that are all about the songs. Besides, if there is one thing Lynne’s music has always had, it was a sense of nostalgic melancholy and romantic regret. Short, bittersweet, and stellar.

• “Manu Katché” by Manu Katché. Who hasn’t this phenomenal drummer played with? Notable names include Peter Gabriel, Sting, Jeff Beck, Tears for Fears, Tori Amos, and about a billion others. This is Katché’s fourth disc for ECM, and each has been fabulous; this newest release is notable for its propulsive approach. As one reviewer noted (I’ve lost the link), this is perhaps the funkiest ECM album ever, the sort of playful, soulful jazz album that gives an assured nod to modern sounds (read: synths and loops), but is rooted in acoustic bliss, with plenty of warm horns and shimmering organ. Recommended for anyone who loves great jazz and anyone who needs an entry point for modern jazz that is equally brainy and passionate.

• “Albatross” by Big Wreck. I was oblivious to this fine group (a “neo-prog hard-rock outfit” according to AllMusic.com) until I stumbled upon this new release on emusic.com. Singer Ian Thornley brings Chris Cornell to mind with his powerful, expressive vocals, but is hardly a clone, nor does he try to be. Three successive songs—”Wolves”, “Albatross”, and “Glass Room”—are worth the price of admission. “Wolves” (see YouTube video), especially, is a dynamite track, a perfect four-minute modern rock song, with top-notch playing and subtle melody. One of my favorite releases of 2012.

• “Born to Sing: No Plan B” by Van Morrison. No need for a Plan B for the Belfast Cowboy because he is the supreme Celtic synthesist, so soaked in jazz, blues, roots, and early rock, he can sing about grass growing and it is magical (and, in that regard, reminds me of G.K. Chesterton). This jazz-oriented album, on the Blue Note label, is arguably his best in a decade; he sounds refreshed, focused, and even happy. The horn arrangements are special and the songs are leisurely without ever wandering, mellow without ever dragging. The real revelation here are Morrison’s horn-like vocals, which are strong, elastic, and restless. Great album by one of my favorite musicians.

• “Now Here This” by John McLaughlin and The 4th Dimension. Some fans of McLaughlin’s legendary projects from the 1960s and ’70s aren’t too taken with his recent albums, which often feature guitar-synth and other modern devices. But while this album is occasionally frenetic and has a very modern (and crisp) sound, the adjective that keeps coming to mind is “soulful.” This comes through more obviously when things slow down, as on the lovely “Wonderfall”. The guitar solos are technically brilliant of course, but also have passionate, hungry logic that cannot be denied. This is music for the mind and the soul, which is about the highest praise I can give it. Fantastic effort from the legendary axe man.

Sola Music!

Dear Progarchy friends,

Thanks so much for being so willing to give this new site a chance.  I’m amazed and thrilled at the response we’ve gotten.  Indeed, your response has been far better than Carl, Chris, or I had originally hoped.  And, we can have big dreams!  So, again, thank you profoundly.

Each of the members and writers share only three things in common: we’re all human beings; we really like each other; and we love music.

That said, we each hold a lot of different ideas (naturally) regarding politics, religion, etc.  And, some of us are quite active writing about things besides music–the type of things (especially religion and politics!) that can divide rather than unite.

One of the most important reasons Carl, Chris, and I started Progarchy was for the very reason that we wanted to talk about music free of politics, etc., and take a break from our ordinary (or bizarre, depending upon your point of view) political and religious criticism and analysis.

Please know that THIS site will be free of politics.

Additionally, and most importantly, we have an active Facebook page here.  I’m still figuring out how to work it correctly.  But, we’d be honored [for our British friends, please make that “honoUred”] if you “like” us there and join in the conversation there as well as here.

Thanks again for everything.  Here’s to Progarchy!  Yours, Brad, Carl, and Chris (eds)

Popol Vuh is Heavy

ImageWhat makes a heavy record? What is heavy music?

I still haven’t put my finger entirely on it.  There are landmarks to go by.  I think of the giant leap forward in production that Led Zeppelin achieved, where the drums and bass, really for the first time, were up front and PRESENT in a rock album, as Jimmy Page successfully married technology to sonic texture (it is amazing to think that a mere year and a half separated Zeppelin’s first from Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, in so many ways a touchstone for “produced” music, art rock, and progressive rock, but still quite thin sounding).  Black Sabbath’s first, and then Paranoid, followed closely on the heels of Zep’s initial efforts, with Butler/Iommi/Ward’s dark conjurations so perfectly in tune with Geezer Butler’s lyrical mood and Ozzy’s keening wail.  Then there’s the heaviness of message or melody or harmony, the lay-it-on-you trips of musical philosophy, that can blow down the walls even with the simplest of acoustic setups.  I’ve never heard a punk-like shriek equal to Uncle Dave Macon’s banjo and voice records of the 1920s, or Charley Patton’s husky growl as it disappeared into the scratchy grooves of a worn Paramount 78.  You want heavy? Patton’s heavy.  Heaviosity is just what it is…I couldn’t tell you WHAT, but I know it when I hear it.

Successful progressive rock by definition is heavy music, as it seeks to differentiate itself from less self-consciously achieving music.  Like any artful endeavor, it can utterly fail in the attempt, by stating the familiar without stretching towards the unknown.  For instance, use of atonal or dissonant structures can only work as a dynamic shift between pieces (whether those pieces are albums or songs are parts within songs), in search of the sublime. As a repetitive reflex such devices are no more meaningful than a beautiful melody iterated too many times.  Even music that relies heavily on drones can only do so because of the periodic resolutions or tonal completions.

Heavy music is the sound we hear made sacrosanct, often unknowably but assuredly.

I came to Popol Vuh later than I should have, years, decades, after I’d tuned into instrumental, meditative music (in the form of classical and jazz music).  I was surprised when I did hear them that devotional music could be so obvious and compelling, and so far removed from the treacly mission-speak of Christian rock and its earnest minions.  I’d heard of the band for a long time, I couldn’t say how long, and knew they were vaguely associated with new age music in the same way that Tangerine Dream were.  That they were German may have sealed the deal to my overly threatened ears:  nope, not going there.  When I finally did listen, into my 30s by then, it was a revelation.  A true classic, 1972’s Hosianna Mantra, dominated my stereo on Sunday mornings for a number of months, and still periodically does, guiding me through a non-denominational liturgy of the soul.  Florian Fricke, Popol Vuh’s guiding genius and pianist, guitarist Connie Veit, and vocalist Djong Yun provide music to a common mass that knows no religious boundary.  I’d like you to hear this, in the title track, Hosianna-Mantra:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kf8PWspETtc&feature=youtu.be

Veit’s gliss guitar provides a fluid compliment to Fricke’s piano, with the oboe and Djong Yun’s vocal floating as one above clouds of melodic invention.  Intentional or not on the part of the musicians — and I believe it was, as Fricke had apparently experienced, not long before making this record, a rather intense religious conversion, part of which was abandoning his previous forays into electronic space music (equally wonderful, by the way) — it achieves a transcending spiritual glimmer, and is the single most compelling and inspiring expression of faith I have experienced in music.  This is heavy music that is full of light, illuminating a path that Fricke and his collaborators in Popol Vuh would continue to follow for a number of years with an astounding level of success, whether in the music they created for Werner Herzog’s films in the 70s or on their own records.

While Hosianna Mantra is often pointed to as Popol Vuh’s greatest achievement, it was a transitional record, heralding a string of albums where Connie Veit eventually left the group and Danny Fichelscher, a drummer and guitarist for Amon Duul II, joined, greatly influencing Popol Vuh’s sound.  Fichelscher’s rock chording, accomplished solo-ing, and pounding drums gave sonic muscle to Fricke’s explorations, darkening the clouds.  This is heard to greatest effect on the album Letzte Tage Letzte Nachte (Last Days, Last Nights), which at 30 minutes is one of the shortest progressive rock albums I can think of, and also is one of the heaviest records in my collection.  There’s an eastern non-blues, metallic, marching sturm-und-drang that Fichelscher brought from Amon Duul II, and combined with Fricke’s melodic sensibilities this creates an atmosphere of shadow as well as light, broadening the reflective palette, retaining the beauty while at times adding an edge of dread.  The first track, Der Grosse Krieger (The Great Warrior), inhabits this space, setting the tone for the rest of the album:

http://youtu.be/gdh-IhnhQd4

As on Hosianna Mantra, Djong Yun has a strong influence on Letzte Tage Letzte Nachte, but here it’s a harder rock turn, with her voice often joined to that of Renate Knaup, another Amon Duul II stalwart.  Where on Hosianna Mantra, “Kyrie” was churchlike, solemn in its beauty, here “Kyrie” becomes a Hindu chant, with an almost Allman Brothers-like instrumental outro.  The acoustic “Haram Dei Raram Dei Haram Dei Ra” continues the eastern om, leading into “Dort ist der Weg” (There is the Way), another dense electrical rock foray.  The album concludes with the title track, a duet between Yun and Knaup, its fingerpicked arpeggios, reverberation, and repeated line, “When love is calling you, turn around and follow,” suggesting the more meditative work of U2.

http://youtu.be/KpPPElUV9Hg

Popol Vuh is heavy, and Popol Vuh is no more.  Florian Fricke died in 2001, leaving a large and varied catalog of music behind him.  Never content to stay in one place musically too long, and shunning the commercial potential his music certainly could have had in the New Age market had he done so, Fricke shared with many other “krautrock” pioneers a deep concern that music remain art, that it achieve a transcendence beyond simply making music or a day’s pay.  He once said “Popol Vuh is a Mass for the heart” — his is a music well-described.