Review: Jason Rubenstein, NEW METAL FROM OLD BOXES (Tone Cluster, 2014).
So. You’ve been a progger since the 1970s, you’re musically trained, and and you’ve enjoyed a solid if now former career as a software engineer with several major companies. What do you do? You write a brilliant, stunning, majestic soundtrack to your life, especially if you live in glorious San Francisco.
I exaggerate a bit, but not much. This, essentially, is the background to music maestro Jason Rubenstein. He has just released a rather stunning album, New Metal from Old Boxes (Tone Cluster, 2014; mixed by Niko Bolas and mastered by Ron McMaster). While many Americans and other citizens of western civilization might simply desire new wine from old bottles, those of us who live in the republic of progarchy can rejoice heartily. We can have our wine and our Rubenstein!
From the first listen, I was hooked. This is a mesmerizing album best described as cinematic. While dark and brooding (just look at Rubenstein’s photo—the guy is the perfect Hollywood dark hero), the music is always playful and mischievous, never coming anywhere near the dread of dull.
Almost effortlessly, Rubenstein employs classical jazz, noir jazz, prog, metal, classical, and jazz fusion. If I had to label it, I’d called it “Cinematic metal prog.” At times, it’s downright frantic, always extravagant, but never campy or over-the-top. While this is certainly Rubenstein’s creation, he is never shy about borrowing styles from those he clearly admires. I hears lots of The Tangent, ELP, King Crimson, Cosmograf, Cailyn, Tool, Dead Can Dance, and even Wang Chung (only from their spectacular To Live and Die in LA soundtrack)
Alex Lifeson? Harrison Ford? No. Jason Rubenstein.
Rubenstein credits himself with keyboards, synths, samplers, computers, programming, and angry noises. In terms of sound quality, this album is perfection itself. Pardon me for employing such a Catholic term, but its production is immaculate. Even the packaging is a work of art. Like the music, it is dark, brooding, and industrial. Intricate pipes and strings, smelting of iron, nail heads (in a V’ger pattern), more strings, more pipes, and, then, rather profoundly, a GQ-Rubenstein, looking every bit the Hollywood action hero.
Admittedly, looking over my review, I’m tempted to fear that I have given the impression this is just a hodge podge of musical ideas. Please note, that nothing could be further from the truth. This is the soundtrack of your best day.
To visit Jason Rubenstein’s beautifully designed website, go here.