Rick’s Quick Takes at Summer’s End

With Labor Day behind us, it’s time to wrap up releases from this summer (plus one from last year). Listening/purchase links are included in the album and/or at the end of each review.

The Anchoress, As We Once Were: Another strong, affecting song cycle from Catherine Anne Davies, deepening the vein mined on 2021’s marvelous The Art of Losing. Spoken word collages unite four generations of her family from grandmother to daughter and stitch together a wildly varied set of tunes: the thrashy glam of “Throw Over Your Man” and “Damsels”, the vintage melodic pop of the title track and an extended suite anchored in Davies’ atmospheric work with Pete Townshend’s vintage synthesizers build to an ominous confrontation with the past (“What You Did”), a big-beat spaghetti-western climax (“All Fall Down”) and the fluid release of “Hard to the Tide”. This is a first-rate concept album; the callbacks to Hounds of Love and Little Earthquakes show Davies making a generation of art-rock history her own and becoming a more confident, individual auteur in the process. (Order from Burning Shed.)

Brand X, Theory of Nothing: Reclaiming a musical heritage from multiple generations of rip-off moneymen, bassist Percy Jones is the driving force behind this live bootleg in every sense of the word. British jazz-rockers like these guys always brought their own unique bent to fusion, amply demonstrated on this 1977 Chicago date; drummer Kenwood Dennard and percussionist Morris Pert push hard, while guitarist John Goodsall, Jones and keyboardist Robin Lumley riff, ramble and wail on heads and vamps that mesh Weather Report’s laid-back hookiness (“Disco Suicide”, “Earth Dance”) with Genesis-style pomp (“Deadly Nightshade”,”Nuclear Burn”). Kudos to Leonardo “Moon June” Pavkovic for helping Jones – as well as Goodsall and Lumley’s heirs – reclaim the Brand X name – and receive what’s rightfully theirs on this release! (Not on streaming services, but listen to digital excerpts here.)

Gentle Giant, In a Glass House: 1973’s transitional album from the Giant, recorded in the wake of saxophonist Phil Shulman’s departure. All the trademarks are in place, though; few other bands then or now would have the stones to stick pipe organ and vibraphone in the same song- not to mention violin cameos and a recorder ensemble elsewhere! There are lightning-fast riffs from Gary Green’s guitar, counterpoint from Kerry Minnear’s keyboards and sharp sectional contrasts aplenty here, consistently anchored by Derek Shulman’s wailing soul vocals and nimbly navigated by Ray Shulman and John Weathers in the engine room. Newly remixed from AI-derived stems, In a Glass House has been missing in action for a while; remastered at a low level so you can turn it up good and loud, it’s a must for Gentle Giant completists and worth a listen by the intrigued. (Order from Burning Shed.)

Hackett & Rothery, The Roaring Waves: Eight years in the making, a genuinely satisfying collaboration of two guitar greats that guitar great together. Sure, Genesis’ Steve Hackett was a major influence on Marillion’s Steve Rothery from the word go, but neither’s ever stopped developing over the decades, and each has perfected their own sound and style – all brought to bear on this strong set of instrumental duets. The crunchy stomp of “The Storm” displays how well Hackett and Rothery complement each other; “Sandsend” shows off their differences in tasty duet fashion; the Celtic-tinged “Red Dragon” catches them interlacing mid-tempo magic in tandem. Then there’s the multi-sectioned, ever-evolving title track and the closer “Pacific Coast Highway”, where Steve H. wails on harmonica while Steve R. plays the blues. At first unassuming in its impressionistic vibe and long-form compositions, this one’ll grow on you. (Order from The Band Wagon USA.)

h (Steve Hogarth), Ice Cream Genius (Deluxe Edition): This is Hogarth’s only solo album, recorded in the mid-90s, after Marillion’s commercial collapse but before they found their indie-prog mojo. Backed by a killer core band (XTC’s Dave Gregory on guitar! Porcupine Tree’s Richard Barbieri on synths! Blondie’s Clem Burke on drums!), the singing Steve H. launches wispy reveries on “The Evening Shadows” and “Better Dreams”, digs into a subtly seductive blend of love and anxiety on “Really Like” and “Cage”, and rocks out on single “You Dinosaur Thing” and Stones steal “Until You Fall”. While Ice Cream Genius landed with a muffled splat even among Marillion fans, it laid a solid foundation for h’s ongoing occasional live shows, and turns out to be a fine listen in its own right. Arguably, the BluRay bonus material looks like overkill at first – 2 1/2 hours of demos? 6-plus hours of live material? – but the snatches of Marillion epics yet to come in the former and the vast range of covers in the latter (Beatles together and solo, Pretenders, Gabriel, Bowie, pre-Rumors Fleetwood Mac) wind up sealing the deal on this rather cool reissue. (Order from Racket Records.)

Mastodon, Marrow Deep: Will tragedy ever let up on Mastodon? In the wake of guitarist/singer Brent Hinds’ recent demise, you’ve gotta give Brann Dallor, Bill Kelliher and Troy Sanders crediting for regrouping, with new guitarist Nick Johnston and keyboardist Joao Nogueira bringing fire, precision and WOARRGGGHHH to the new lineup. At first listen, it does seem like the guys are trying to outrun the past here. The multitempo lurches and dead stop of “Barbarian’s Blood”, the dirty swing of “Poisonous Weapons”, the spectacular riffs of “Out Like A Lamb” blaze by; even a galloping elegy for Hinds, “Your Ghost Again”, is there and gone before you know it. But the second half of Marrow Deep pauses for breath with “In the Ruins” and “Moth and Bone”, melds nuance and shred on “Golden Spires”, then strikes the motherlode with “The Vanishing” (featuring super-sludge guest bass from Black Sabbath’s Geezer Butler) and crazedly eclectic finale “The Three Fates” (lush harmonies, a melodramatic breakdown and a jazzy playout!). Not quite up to the high mark set by 2021’s Hushed and Grim, but Mastodon still rocks like a double-trailer truck full of bricks, nailing every proggy hairpin turn even through tears. (Order from the band’s webstore,)

The Pineapple Thief, Retracing Our Steps (2007-2014): With the Thief on the verge of a new album with a new label (Far and Wide, out next month from InsideOut), I figured it was time to crack the last of my 2025 box sets – and I’m glad I did! This one covers TPT’s middle period on 7 CDs and a BluRay, moving from their final indie release through their initial work with post-prog label KScope, from the sprawling extended title tracks of What We Have Sown and Tightly Unwound through the Floydian atmospherics on Someone Here Is Missing to the tightly constructed, lushly orchestrated tunes of All the Wars and Magnolia. From album to album, Bruce Soord further assimilates and transcends his musical influences, zooms in tighter on matters of the heart and spirit, and sharpens his lyrical observations and badass guitar riffs to diamond-keen points. It’s thrilling to take the journey with him, Jon Sykes and Steve Kitch again; Retracing Our Steps leaves them on the verge of connecting with drummer-to-the-prog-gods Gavin Harrison and, with Your Wilderness and the albums that followed, vaulting to the next level. (Still available to order from Burning Shed.

Billy Strings, So Much for Goodbyes: Live, Ionia Michigan’s finest bluegrass singer/songwriter/guitarist is one extroverted guy, but in the studio, his mileage typically varies. Recorded shortly after the unexpected passing of Strings’ mother, So Much for Goodbyes leans into introspection with moving results: “Carry Us Home”and “Lay Me Down” lament without being lachrymose, “Burn the Other End” and “10,000 Miles from a Friend” protest loss and solitude without caving to despair. There’s gorgeous gospel harmonizing on “Light the Way” and “Wrestling an Angel”, Billy’s backing band whip up good times on “Bluewater Breakdown” and “I Like Train Songs” and Americana producer extraordinaire T-Bone Burnett supplies crystal clear sound plus guest shots from the cream of Nashville’s progressive scene. But the deepest moments here come straight from Strings’ gut in solo tune “I Still Crash” and closing instrumental “Debra’s Waltz”. Light on flash, strong on substantial writing, playing and singing, this may be the perfect introduction to Billy Strings, no matter your listening preference. (Order from Billy’s webstore.)

— Rick Krueger

Rick’s Quick Takes: Summer’s Not Over . . .

. . . not by a long shot! July can be a dead zone for quality music, but that hasn’t been the case this year. If your taste leans toward prog (vintage or brand-new), rootsy rock or full-on funk with a skosh of country, you’re in luck this month. Listening links are embedded in the artist/title listing; purchase info follows the review where necessary.

The Bardic Depths, Some Things Are Worth Remembering: On the basis of an advance listen, I can confidently say that The Depths’ final album reaches new heights of invention and inspiration. There’s plenty of variety and energy within and between the tracks (some featuring shared musical material), an enticing mix of styles and colors united by a symphonic throughline that unfolds with natural ease. I especially dig moments such as “Fallen Leaves” and “October Sun” where the band’s instrumentation and texture nod to forbears like Genesis or Big Big Train, but also sound fresh and unique in the moment. Gareth Cole on guitars and Peter Jones on keyboards, sax and vocals have done some of their best work ever here, especially in proggier, jazzier moments; Tim Gehrt’s drum grooves are consistently solid and tight, and Dave Bandanna’s multi-talented playing and unique vocal tone pull everything together with real panache; this is an ensemble completely at ease, tuned in to each other all the way through. And as always, founding Progarchist Brad Birzer’s lyrics make their mark, poetic prose gathering strength with each repetition, sensitively and powerfully set. The finale “Rewind” stands out, juxtaposing poignant nostalgic reminiscence with a daringly different ambient coda, but every track makes its own special impression. Straight up: Some Things Are Worth Remembering is The Bardic Depths’ best album, and a 2026 Favorite for sure. Watch for The Progarchy Interview with the band coming soon! (Preorder physical media from The Band Wagon USA; order digital downloads from TBD’s Bandcamp page beginning August 7th.)

Death Cab for Cutie, I Built You a Tower: Back on an independent label after two decades in the multinational corporate world, DCfC hearkens back to the spacious musical drive and laser-like lyrical focus of their indie farewell, 2003’s Transatlanticism. But while that classic effort bemoaned the obstacles to connection, its post-rock riffs hypnotically vaunting skyward, I Built You a Tower is a compact, desperately literary song-cycle tracing love’s end, perfectly paired with melodic, hooky emo honed to a sharp, glittering point. As Ben Gibbard peels away layer after layer of his midlife crisis one figure of speech at a time, the band storms through buzzsaw guitar trip “Punching the Flowers”, goes Postal Service on the electronic “Stone Over Water” and “Trap Door”, gallops across the off-kilter landscape of “How Heavenly a State”, and bookends the whole thing with alternately chiming and raging versions of the title track. This one puts the listener through the mill emotionally; still, the catharsis at its end justifies the harrowing journey. Another new instant Favorite! (Order physical media from Death Cab’s online store.)

Marillion.com Deluxe Edition 2026: After tentative plunges into Marillion in the 80s and early 90s, this marked my first deep dive into hardcore fandom (though it took a couple more laps around the pool for said fandom to stick). After reading a positive review of marillion.com in my first-ever issue of MOJO Magazine, what did I see on the listening wall of my local Barnes and Noble back in 1999 (possibly a tribute to their cult hero status in Grand Rapids) but this? As with the previous year’s Radiation, Marillion packed their inimitable sound into tighter song forms here: “Rich” and “Deserve” have Steve Hogarth sneaking remarkably deep ethical concepts into snappy uptempo tunes; “Go” and “Enlightened” mount devastating band exercises in tension and release; the forlorn yet jangly “Tumble Down the Years” crammed the entirety of Abbey Road into one heart-melting song. And for those lamenting the move away from longer smash-cut epics, there was the extended rumination “Interior Lulu”, complete with random synth wig-out! While the path to Marillion controlling their own destiny began here, .com is much more than a stepping stone, formidably appealing in both its craft and its creativity. Both deluxe editions include the remixed main album and audio of a complete London show; the CD/BluRay version adds the concert documentary Shot in the Dark and two hours of jams, rough drafts and early mixes. (Order from Racket Records.)

The Rolling Stones, Foreign Tongues: After knocking off the creative rust with 2023’s Hackney Diamonds, the Stones genuinely sound like they’re having fun with – well, with being the Stones. Foreign Tongues is a throwback to the casually hedonistic days of Some Girls and Tattoo You: at long last, Keef and Ronnie are back in sync with that unmistakable guitar weave; meanwhile, Mick Jagger is as obnoxiously attractive as ever, swaggering persona intact, witty yet scabrous lyrics fully in place. The range is remarkable here: there’s grimy, technicolor Chicago blues (“Rough and Twisted”), super-charged rockers (“Mr. Charm”, “Divine Intervention”), simmering R&B ballads (“Some of Us”, “Back in Your Life”), well-chosen covers (Amy Winehouse’s “You Know I’m No Good”, Chuck Berry’s “Beautiful Delilah”) — even the late Charlie Watts driving the punky “Hit Me in the Head” at full steam. It’s all a hoot and a half, even though producer Andrew Watt buffs up nearly every chorus with lip-gloss backing vocals, the political commentary of “Ringing Hollow” comes off a bit lame, and the whole thing goes on slightly too long. If you want the urgency of Beggars Banquet to Exile on Main Street Stones, you’re out of luck; but if you’re in the mood for Boomer demigods strutting their stuff with glee and flair that defies their longevity, this might be just your ticket. (C’mon, you can buy this everywhere.)

The War and Treaty, The Story of Michael & Tanya: Michigan-rooted Americana/soul husband-wife team Michael and Tanya Trotter have pulled all of their omnivorous, fiery talent together for their latest and best. The Story is a down to earth concept album about the arc of the Trotters’ relationship, with the duo striking sparks every time their voices trade off or harmonize, all the while covering an astonishing spectrum of down-home music and piling on high-drama bells and whistles. Given the album’s Nashville pedigree and major-label status, inevitable guest shots from Hollywood & Nashville are dropped in willy-nilly (Whoopi Goldberg? Wynonna?), but deeper delights await beneath the rhinestones; from the rich, passionate soul of “Don’t Say Goodbye” to the authentically weepy country of “Lay This Bottle Down” to the hot redemptive gospel of “Holy Ghost Fire” and “High Heels”, this one’s got it all, recorded live to tape for extra oomph. If you haven’t heard these two light it up with their vocal fireworks before, this is the perfect intro. (Buy from the Warner Music webstore.)

Jack White, Frozen Charlotte: White’s new one has a grungier, more claustrophobic vibe than 2024’s wide-open, Zeptastic No Name; although, like that surprise Favorite, it also has more devastating guitar riffs per minute than most bands of his vintage manage in their entire career. (And just the right amount of killer fuzzed-up organ, too.) “Derecho Demonico”, “You’ll Never Fix Me” “Thick as Thieves” and “She’s in a Frenzy” are the standout tracks, but every song gets right to the point, makes it, and downs tools with no fuss, White wailing like a hellhound is genuinely on his trail all the while.

— Rick Krueger

Rick’s Quick Takes for Summer’s End

As usual, direct purchase links will follow each album review, along with video or audio streaming where available. Given the potential impact of new US tariffs and regulations on both overseas musicians and the vendors who sell their music, I especially encourage readers to support your favorite prog artists and retailers during this period of transition.

Dave Bainbridge, On the Edge (Of What Could Be): I glommed onto Bainbridge with his fabulous 2021 effort To the Far Away, but every one of his solo albums is crammed full of delights — rocking, rhapsodic and ravishing throughout. On the Edge is no exception: a double album with a self-contained suite on each disc, like Dave’s band Iona it takes listeners on a trip through the beauty of this world to the promise of a life to come. So many highights they can’t all fit here! Up-tempo elegy “Colour of Time” (with Randy McStine’s fierce vocal inspiring Bainbridge to heights of biting, frenzied jazz-fusion); the title track’s multi-sectioned build from triple-time acoustic folkiness to a thrilling electric climax; Simon Phillips’ fleet drum groove on “Farther Up and Farther In”, topped with mind-melting acrobatics from Bainbridge and piper Troy Donockley; Frank van Essen’s evocative violin and Bainbridge’s primal, Santana-meets-Mahavishnu cry on the orchestral “Beyond the Plains of Earth and Sky” are just a few of many great moments. Toss in vocals (in English and Gaelic) from a bevy of fine singers and virtuoso keyboards from Bainbridge, and you have an set that takes you on a genuinely amazing journey, gathering power as it builds to a spectacular culmination. Already a 2025 Favorite and a solid contender for the year-end top spot.

Bioscope, Gento: Steve Rothery’s keening, singing guitar has been one of Marillion’s prime calling cards for more than 40 years; as Edgar Froese’s appointed musical heir, Thorsten Quaeschning has recently propelled synth-rock trailblazers Tangerine Dream to fresh creative heights. Recorded during breaks in their bands’ work, the duo’s debut is a classic example of how two great tastes can taste great together. With the exception of psychedelic-Beatles closer “Kaleidoscope”, the musical elements on Gento repeatedly gather from thin air, coalesce, intensify, interact, react and dissipate — whether driven by Quaeschning (the wispy melodies, luxuriant textures and motorik rhythms of the three-part opener “Vanishing Point”), Rothery (the chiming rhythm guitar, slide/synth duets, fierce fuzz riffing and floating arabesques that shape another trilogy, “Bioscope”), or both in wonderfully organic call and response mode at multiple pieces’ climaxes. Add the rock solid drumming of Elbow’s Alex Reeves, and the results really are magical. Gento has gently, unobtrusively grown on me, all the way to making my 2025 Favorites list; it may take a few listens, but I think it will do something similar for you.

Discipline, Breadcrumbs: Eight years on from their last record, the Detroit proggers serve up another helping of their trademark, stately melancholia. Breadcrumbs proudly mines veins dug by King Crimson, Gabriel-era Genesis, Van der Graaf Generator — even a bit of keyboard-period Rush, with production by Terry Brown and art by Hugh Syme to boot — but as always, the results are a heady, hearty brew all its own. Throughout the intriguing title epic, the measured lament of “Keep the Change”, the relentless, stinging “When the Night Calls to Day/Aloft” and the thwarted, impressionistic “Aria”, Matthew Parmenter’s lyrical rhetoric and harmonically slippery keys take point, with Chris Herin providing pungent, tasty support and comment on guitar. While Breadcrumbs leans away from the slashing theatrics of vintage Discipline classics Unfolded Like Staircase and To Shatter All Accord, it still gives off a chilly intensity that showcases the band at their most spellbinding and cathartic. Through every challenging musical twist and verbal turn. this album is finely crafted and delivered with total conviction — another instant 2025 Favorite!

Steve Hackett, The Lamb Stands Up Live At The Royal Albert Hall: Yes, it’s Hackett’s tenth live album of the 21st century, but as usual, fans will find this a must for multiple reasons. Given recent personnel announcements, it’s probably Steve’s last live set with Roger King’s keyboards and Craig Blundell’s drums driving his talented band forward; the first half proves a spirited solo set, with lots of pleasingly vintage material and a thrusting trilogy of excerpts from 2024’s The Circus and The Nightwhale. And it’s hard to conceive of a better anniversary celebration for The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway! Nad Sylvan utterly inhabits protagonist Rael and Peter Gabriel’s other sundry characters; unjustly-forgotten Genesis vocalist Ray Wilson conjures an atmospheric, rumbling take of “Carpet Crawlers”; reflective moments like “Hairless Heart” shimmer, narratives like “The Lamia” and the title track subtly, potently grip your attention, and heavier moments like “Fly on a Windshield”, “Lilywhite Lilith” and “It” slam good and hard. With the super-deluxe box of The Lamb finally coming out at the end of September after multiple delays, sets like Dave Kerzner’s studio tribute and Hackett’s new concert set have nicely filled the gap while reminding both long-time and first-time listeners how ahead of its time the album was, and how vibrant this music still is.

Robert Reed, Sanctuary IV. One of the driving forces behind 1990s neo-proggers Magenta, Reed has branched out impressively in the following decades. Reed’s Sanctuary albums — episodic long-form pieces in the genre pioneered by Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells — have evolved far beyond pastiche or even tribute, and here he refines and re-energizes his approach to its peak. Compelling opener “The Eternal Search” races forward, climaxing with an utterly berserk Simon Phillips drum solo; “Truth” bounces vivid instrumental colors off of sampled male vocals, morphs into a nautical shuffle laced with Les Penning’s recorder tootles, then lunges for a grandiose, double-time finale; and the closing “Sanctuary” provides the perfect comedown with its gentle, compact, well-wrought theme. If you’re looking for a sweet spot between Bainbridge’s Celtic maximalism and Bioscope’s kinematic ambience, Sanctuary IV’s shimmering, tuneful instrumentals could be just your ticket.

— Rick Krueger

Rick’s Quick Takes: Pricier Prog Edition

A typically quiet summer in our little corner of the music world came to an abrupt end last week, with the news that at the end of August, the United States government would impose new tariffs on goods from UK and the countries of the EU — two prime sources of progressive rock for American fans. In addition, a ‘de minimis’ exemption that allowed foreign packages valued under $800 to enter the US duty-free was going away at the same time. This prompted the Royal Mail, other European postal services and international businesses like Etsy and DHL to suspend deliveries to the US, allowing time for new procedures and paperwork to be developed and put in place. (The Royal Mail has restarted deliveries, providing tariff collection services on their end and charging sellers an additional handling fee.)

The impact on musicians we’ve come to know and love is currently unclear. Progarchy’s go-to British retailer Burning Shed will collect the new 10% tariff on UK shipments to the US — but only on merch, citing Royal Mail guidance that “informational materials” (books, CDs, vinyl, DVDs, BluRays, cassettes, posters and photographs) are exempt. Bandcamp is providing similar guidance to their international sellers (including Leonardo Pavkovic’s MoonJune Records — though as ever, Leonardo does things in his own unique way) and US buyers, but they also note that

The exception will depend on the seller including the correct HS codes on the customs forms and the US agencies processing the packages correctly . . . For those packages that are shipped to the United States after August 29, 2025, you (the buyer) may be charged tariffs upon delivery of the order. Any import duties are the buyer’s responsibility to pay.

Stalwart American importer (and Progarchy fave) The Band Wagon USA is leery about the impact of these changes, citing the real possibility of price increases and more limited stock in the near future. To their credit, they’re also stepping up to provide US distribution for DIY artists like Celtic-Tolkien progger Dave Brons (previously featured on this site), whom these new taxes and regulations will impact the most. But even the bigger acts in the genre are pondering their options; Marillion was one of the first to sound the alert about the coming changes, then suspend shipments until the fog clears. And since the two largest prog labels — Inside Out, a European division of Sony, and Kscope — are headquartered overseas, saying what the future holds only becomes more difficult.

Hardcore fan that I am, I plan to keep on keepin’ on with my upcoming purchases, wherever in the world they come from (I mean, come on — a new live album from Big Big Train! Ring van Möbius’ farewell album! A triple set of trio improv from The Necks!). And while your mileage may vary, let’s continue to support the musicians and the middlemen that bring the music to us, in a way that helps them continue to do what they love!

— Rick Krueger

Jakko M. Jakszyk: The Progarchy Interview

“A Musical Memoir Like No Other” – as always, the estimable Alison Reijman nailed it in her review of Who’s The Boy with the Lovely Hair: The Unlikely Memoir of Jakko M. Jakszyk last fall. Stranger than fiction would be an understatement; only Jakszyk could have told this page-turning, hair-raising narrative — the son of Irish and American parents, raised by a older Polish/French couple, driven both to make his mark in the music business (from having his shoes noticed by Michael Jackson to joining The Kinks for a week to becoming the singer in King Crimson’s final incarnation to date) and to suss out the twisty, elusive truth of his life story.

In fact, Jakko’s past has consistently fed his most personal art, from radio dramas and one-man theatrical shows to his pensive, potent solo albums The Bruised Romantic Glee Club (2007) and Secrets and Lies (2020). Released later this month, his new record Son of Glen continues his quest for both clarity about his past and a settled present, building from subdued acoustic beginnings to an explosive electric finale with patient, long-breathed confidence. Like all Jakszyk’s work, it’s bracing stuff that nonetheless goes down smooth — fearless, affecting and engrossing.

It was a pleasure to talk to Jakko about the new album. Even at the end of what I’m sure was a long day, he was positive, attentive and kind — when I had audio problems at my end, he generously recorded the interview and sent it to me! My thanks to him for his time and for going the extra mile. Audio is immediately below, with a transcription following.

We last talked about five years ago, after your last [album] had been released, and I know you published your book in that time. What are the things that you see as milestones or turning points on your path between Secrets and Lies and Son of Glen?

Well, I guess the book came in between. I did a one-man show at the Edinburgh Festival, which is loosely based on events in my life; that followed the album.

And then, as a result of that, I got the book deal. And although I’d been asked to complete another record, I kind of started bits and pieces. Really, what inspired the record as it stands now was partly the work I did on an album called Netherworld by the lovely Louise Patricia Crane.

And I did a lot of things on there at her behest, I think; I found myself digging deep into my musical DNA and my past to come up with stuff that is part of what I grew up listening to, but stuff I hadn’t ever really used in my own work.

And then when we’d finished, when I’d finished the book, again, I was in a weird place and Louise was incredibly significant in building my confidence back up. And then I remember one evening we were having dinner and, having discovered my real father after decades of fruitless searching for him, she pointed out something that I guess was kind of obvious, but hadn’t crossed my mind in that the reason I exist at all is that my American airman father was stationed in England and fell in love with a dark haired Irish singer.

And here I was all these decades later, kind of repeating the same thing!  Which was, I guess, kind of staring me in the face, but it was only when she mentioned it. And so that became the inspiration for the title track and the title of the song, really.

I then, armed with this conceptual idea — both [my] kids play, they’re both great musicians, both my kids. So there’s always instruments in the house everywhere. And they quite often, both of them, my daughter and my son, mess around with alternate tunings. I’ve never really done that. And I remember picking up a guitar and I had no idea what was going on, tuning-wise. And I came up with this pattern, and that started the whole title track.

And then it just developed. I didn’t set out to write some epic. It was just this conceptual idea, a few chords, and then it just kind of started to write itself, really. And then that set the tenor of the whole record, and the idea of making it relate to the book.

Okay. You mentioned some musical areas that you dug into when working on your partner’s album that you had maybe put aside or not necessarily used.  Could you be a little more explicit about that?

Yeah, sure. When I was a kid, the band I probably saw live more than any other was the Gabriel-era Genesis, because they played locally to me, where I live in England. And I was completely taken with that.  But I’ve never really done anything Genesis-like, I don’t think, on my own stuff. And there were certain references that Louise was utilizing when we were creating her album.  And I thought, “oh, okay, yeah, I used to love that record!”

And so Genesis, there’s bits of Jethro Tull, again, a lot of acoustic-type stuff that’s not really normally evident or fundamental to any of the work that I’ve done. I think I’m referring to those specifically in terms of my own record. But there was other stuff.  There’s a lot of the references that she utilized that I was able to kind of replicate, because I understood the musical language. 

To backtrack a little bit, one of the things I noticed is that a number of the chapter titles in your book become song titles on Son of Glen. I’m assuming that’s a deliberate thing, and that there’s some significance involved with that.

Yeah, some of them were ideas I’d started and then wrote the book. In fact, there was a couple of things I’d done when I was promoting the book later on. There was a couple of instances where it was a really interesting thing, where I would talk about how some of the songs are kind of diary entries.  They’re responding to something that’s happened. And so I was able to say, “well, look, what I’m going to do now is read a passage from the book that describes the event in detail, and then I’m going to play the song that I wrote about it.” So I was able to do that at that stage as well, because the two things started to overlap.

And sometimes I’d just have a title, which I then used as the title for the chapter of the book, and then extrapolated from that. And some of the things I’d already started, that were from way back, but fitted into the conceptual continuity of the whole nature of the book and the album together.

Another thing I noticed: if you divide the album into LP sides, each one opens with a distinct version of that instrumental, “Ode to Ballina”. Is that simply for the sake of variety, or does that play a part in how things unfold musically?

It was a deliberate ploy. I thought, and I was deliberately thinking about it as vinyl, even though I know it comes out on CD too.  For the first time really, I was definitely thinking about it in vinyl terms. I had a conversation with Thomas Waber, whose label it is, and we were discussing about how the length of albums has got preposterous due to the ability to store more information on a CD.  And in his head, and kind of mine, those album era years of the ‘70s, 40 minutes, 45 minutes, that was enough, that was ideal. So, I did think in those terms.

And I thought, well, “Ode to Ballina” is a piece based on my emotional response to going to Ireland, back to where my mum came from for the first time.  And so I thought, that’s a great place to start, because that’s the kind of start of the story. And then halfway through, to reiterate that theme, but do it — by which time I’m now a musician, and I’m living a life as a musician — to reiterate that same thematic idea, but in a more modern, more electric way. So that was deliberate, as was the beginning of each side and the end of each side.

I knew I definitely wanted to end with the 10-minute title track. And I wanted to end side one with the song I wrote about Louise.

And as I heard that album, what I felt like was that the whole thing built from the acoustic beginning on the first side, it was almost like this long 40-minute crescendo, which was really effective.

Oh, well, thank you.

Because like you say, on side two, you’re bringing in more of the electric elements, and it just sort of gains in whoomp, to use a technical term.

[Laughs] That’s great. You know, these things, you have a rough outline of a conceptual idea, and then the music kind of takes over and presents itself in a way. So it’s a combination of finding a vehicle and then somehow something else takes over.  I mean, I don’t know what it is, whatever you call it, you know, inspiration or the muse or whatever.

Yeah, I felt good that I’d kind of dealt with some subjects that are peppered throughout the book and ended up with a paean to my real father.  That’s the mystery of the beginning of my book and the beginning of my life.  That’s where the book ends, really: me finally, after decades of fruitless searching, finding who he was and stuff about him after being thrown all sorts of red herrings by my mother and downright lies.

I know one of the themes of the book is how difficult it has been to get to the truth, because you had to pick your way through any number of deceptions and equivocations.

Yeah.  And it feels, like all of us, we want a degree of stability, we want to know who we are, we want some solid ground on which to stand, you know.

And you keep thinking, “Oh, OK, that’s what happened.  Fantastic.” And then, and then, you know, a few years later, the rugs pulled out and you thought, “Oh, hang on, that was all bulls–t. Wait a minute!”

And so, you find yourself constantly in a state of flux. And, you know, these things, as we’ve discovered in the decades since — at its most basic in the 50s and 60s, I think the attitude was, “Well, having children adopted has got to be better than bringing them up in a home [orphanage],” and it’s only in the intervening decades that a lot of research has been done into how that experience fundamentally affects an awful lot of adopted kids, and it f—s with your psyche and it and it has a whole controlling influence on your whole personality.

So as you say, these songs are full of people from your history, your birth mother, your adoptive father, your current partner, your biological father, a friend who passed away. Does writing about them, whether in your book or for this album — how does that make a difference in terms of how you think about them, how you feel about them?

Well, I think writing the book in particular, because it’s so detailed and so if you’ve read the book, you’ll realize how long it is.

Oh yeah, that was one of the things that I think was fascinating about it, is how much detail and depth and — your life has been so full of incidents and coincidences and synchronicities, as well as — frankly, the incredibly difficult foundation that you had. But again, you can tell that you’re processing this.

Yeah.  I tell you what, there was a weird thing right at the end of writing the book. There was a sense of achievement. Because I know when I was first approached to write the book, the publisher sent me a kind of contractual breakdown and advances and all this. And then I ignored it.

And about three weeks later, they said, “Do you not want to do this?”  And I said, “I don’t think I can do it. I’m a small person at the bottom of the Himalayas.  I can’t get up there. That’s miles away.”

And then they suggested, “Well, maybe we can get a ghostwriter.”  And I said, “You know what? I’m not going to use a ghostwriter. So, I’m going to write an opening chapter. And if you think it’s of any worth, then let’s discuss it further.”  And that’s what I did.

So, when I finished the book, there was a sense of achievement and euphoria that I’d actually done something that extraordinary and that long and [of] that depth. And that stayed with me for about a week.  And then we had a meeting about it coming out.

And then suddenly it dawned on me that I’ve written this unbelievably personal, exposing stuff. And everyone would — you know, people were going to read this!

So that was a real shock. I mean, I know it sounds ridiculous in that that’s the very nature of writing a book. But that really freaked me out.

So, it was a whole rollercoaster of emotions, because on one level, it was incredibly cathartic. But on another level, you know, all these things have happened. There’s an approximate chronology in your head of how things led one thing to another.  But when you sit down in a concentrated way and lay it all out before you, all of those things, the random things that you mentioned, you know, it’s kind of weird moments of luck and timing.

But they’re all kind of connected, because had I had a normal upbringing, I would not have been so driven and I wouldn’t have felt so fundamentally insecure and have a low self-worth, which means I wouldn’t have just worked like a maniac, you know, and said yes to everything. So I would never have put myself in those different places and gone forward, so it’s a kind of weird mishmash of the experience.

So, you’re still left with those fundamental flaws in your personality from what happened as a child.  But at the same time, it’s enabled me to live this extraordinary life and meet the most amazing people. So, it’s a weird kind of car crash of of all those things, of all those emotions.

And I think the cathartic nature of it, seeing it all written down, understanding how bits fit. When I finished the book, I went into some post-adoptive counselling as well. And one thing I found is that, whilst you can place what happened and how you feel as a result of what happened and while you can understand it and see the logistics of it, what it doesn’t do is stop you — you still feel those feelings. The difference is, you now know where they come from, and you understand how that journey has manifested itself. But it doesn’t — for me anyway, it doesn’t stop those innate feelings. You just know where they come from.

[On the other side: Jakko talks with and about Steven Wilson, best mate/drummer supreme Gavin Harrison, the guys in Marillion, Robert Fripp, the future of King Crimson releases, and much more!]

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2024 In Review: kruekutt’s Final Favorites!

No big hoo-hah this year: just a down and dirty list of my favorite releases and reissues of the year, covered in previous Quick Takes or elsewhere on the Web (links are to my original articles)!

New Releases

Reissues

(Re)Discoveries

Thanks for your ongoing attention and steadfast support. We at the Rockin’ Republic of Prog appreciate it! Best wishes as we all turn the corner and head into the New Year!

— Rick Krueger

Rick’s Quick Takes: 4th-Quarter ’24 Lightning Round!

Where have the last two months gone? And how many new releases have I enjoyed in the interim? Enough that I’ll be shooting to summarize each one included below in two to four sentences, max! (Though I can’t guarantee they’ll be short sentences.) Purchase/streaming links embedded as usual, so here we gooo . . .

New Music

As teased in our October interview with mainman Jem Godfrey, Frost*’s Life in the Wires (listen here) is the conceptual album of a prog fan’s fondest dreams; the storyline is vintage dystopia (1984 meets Who’s Next), the music a full-on sonic assault from the get-go (replete with widdly synthesizer solos). Pitted against the required cybernetic supervillain, in search of freedom out there in the fields, can Godfrey’s protagonist Naio escape permanent lockdown in teenage wasteland? The ultimate answer is well worth the winding journey; powered by the heady backing of John Mitchell, Nathan King and Craig Blundell, Godfrey easily conjures up the equal of previous band high points Milliontown and Falling Satellites.

On his fresh solo album Bringing It Down to the Bass, Tony Levin launches 14 low-end odysseys with (to quote the hype sticker) “too many virtuoso collaborators to list.” But whether proving that “Boston Rocks” with Bowie guitarist Earl Slick and Dream Theater drummer Mike Portnoy, “Floating in Dark Waves” below Robert Fripp’s soundscapes, or reuniting with fellow Peter Gabriel bandmembers on multiple jams, Levin always grabs the ear with his supremely melodic bass, Stick and cello work. And his low-key, half-spoken vocals prove surprisingly effective, especially on dry barbershop throwbacks “Side B/Turn It Over” and “On the Drums” and the moving John Lennon tribute “Fire Cross the Sky.”

Pioneer garage rock guitarist Wayne Kramer had one more winner in him before his passing earlier this year. Credited in tribute to Kramer’s seminal Detroit collective MC5, Heavy Lifting (listen here) rages against the political and cultural machines still standing since the band’s original heyday, agitating for a better deal with 13 brash, irresistible helpings of punk (“Barbarians at the Gate”), rock (“Edge of the Switchblade”) and soul (Edwin Starr cover “Twenty-Five Miles”). For the full skinny on why Kramer & company finally snuck into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame through the back door this year, the new MC5: A Oral Biography of Rock’s Most Revolutionary Band is essential reading.

As his long-time collaborators spin off in other directions, Neal Morse just keeps on keeping on! Teaming with The Resonance, a purpose-built quartet of young Nashville hotshots, Morse’s latest No Hill for a Climber (listen here) is a bit of a throwback; instead of full-blown rock opera, Morse builds a multi-faceted album, sandwiching creepy swinger “Thief”, head-down rocker “All the Rage” and melting ballad “Ever Interceding” between twin epics (opener “Eternity in Your Eyes” and the closing title suite). The more straight-on vibe Morse embraced on his Joseph duology predominates here, but with enough detours to keep long-time listeners coming back and intrigue new hearers.

Straight-on is a pretty good description of the new The Pineapple Thief EP Last to Run (listen here) as well; far more than leftovers from the fine It Leads to This, the five songs included here strike hard and deep. As Gavin Harrison weaves enticing rhythmic illusions on drums, Bruce Soord spins up dark, pensive vignettes of personalities in crisis (“All Because of Me”), relationships snarled by dysfunction (“No Friend of Mine”) and societies on the brink (“Election Day”). Another band that mines a familiar vein repeatedly, yet consistently leaves listeners craving more.

Speaking of dysfunction, The Smile’s Cutouts (listen here) resembles nothing so much as a numbed comedown, trailing the apocalypses unflinchingly depicted earlier this year on their Wall of Eyes. Thom Yorke’s nonsense lyrics and bleached-out vocal affect sound light-years away from the redemption Radiohead intimated even at their most jaundiced; Jonny Greenwood spins up orchestral/electronics, evoking distant, forgotten nightmares; Tom Skinner holds down the spare, spacey beat, blithely driving into nothingness. If not as gripping as this trio’s first two albums, Cutouts can still compel with its chill.

But where The Smile chills, Tears for Fears seeks warmth; the four fresh tracks on TfF’s mostly-live Songs for a Nervous Planet (listen here) home in on healing (“Say Goodbye to Mom and Dad”), lasting love (the lush “The Girl that I Call Home” and the psychedelic “Emily Says”) and self-actualization (the quirkily glib “Astronaut”). And there’s plenty more catharsis in concert, as Roland Orzbaal, Curt Smith and backing band blast out the hits of yesteryear and revisit the highlights of their fine 2022 comeback The Tipping Point, all with plenty of enthusiasm and aplomb.

(Live albums and archival releases – box set time! – follow the jump.)

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Rick’s Quick Takes: Box ‘Em Up!

Like a man named Will said, summer’s lease hath all too short a date – so I decided it was time for a lightning roundup of the season’s box sets! Purchasing links are included in the artist/title listings below, with streaming and video samples following each review.

Big Big Train, A Flare on the Lens: Officially released on September 13th, only promotional audio was available for review, so I can’t tell you how the closing night of BBT’s 2023 European tour looks on BluRay – but it sure sounds like dynamite! With all the animation and verve they displayed on this year’s first American jaunt, Greg Spawton’s mighty crew (joined by guest guitarist Maria Barbara and the obligatory brass quartet) tear into a similar setlist packed full of drama and pathos. New vocalist Alberto Bravin is particularly impressive, getting right to the heart of fan favorites like “Curator of Butterflies” and “A Boy in Darkness” along with epic standbys “East Coast Racer” and “Victorian Brickwork”. But everyone’s at the top of their game, culminating when Nick D’Virgilio and Rikard Sjöblom join Bravin up front for a devastating yet joyous medley of “Leopards”, “Meadowland” and “Wassail” in honor of the late David Longdon. Amply documented here as well as in Andy Stuart’s mouth-watering tour diary/photobook A View from the Embankment, A View from the Line, and on new album The Likes of Us, BBT’s rebirth is a genuine cause for celebration.

Fish, Vigil in a Wilderness of Mirrors and Internal Exile: In the wake of his stormy departure from Marillion, lead singer/lyricist Fish (AKA Derek Dick, rock star and Scottish nationalist) was unsurprisingly eager to prove his worth as a solo act. 1990’s debut Vigil In a Wilderness of Mirrors was as emotionally direct and lyrically convoluted as ever, built around the charged concept of climbing “The Hill” of success — a goal unrelentingly pursued despite the Stateside seductions of “Big Wedge”, the obsessions holding “The Voyeur” captive, the damage documented in “The Company” and “Family Business”. Internal Exile, released the following year after legal troubles and a label change, steers toward individual songs; highlights include delicate ballad “Just Good Friends”, comfortably numb polemic “Credo” and the Highland-inflected title track. Fish’s dramatic declamation is the focus throughout; it’s as riveting as always, though the music (mostly by sidekick Mickey Simmonds) can be a bit pedestrian, lacking the organic interplay and inspired unconventionality that marked Marillion’s response to his heady, hearty words. Each album is available as 2-LP Vinyl Editions, 3-CD Standard Editions (with bonus demos and live versions) and Deluxe Editions (with another disc of live versions and surround mixes on BluRay).

Grateful Dead, From the Mars Hotel: It took a looong time, but somehow I’ve finally tuned into the Grateful Dead’s wavelength (and without the use of illegal substances, mannnnn). Having zeroed in on the band’s “stoned electric bluegrass” period of the early 1970s, this latest 50th anniversary reissue is right up my alley – and it has more appeal even now than you might expect. Made in the midst of the Dead’s doomed attempt at running their own record label, there’s a delicacy instilled in the music, a humble yet unflinchingly honest cast to the lyrics. The social commentary of Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter’s “U.S. Blues” and “Ship of Fools” is more bemused than bitter; tinged with Keith Godchaux’s harpsichord, “China Doll” is an exceptional ballad, and the awestruck love song “Scarlet Begonias” stayed in the band’s onstage repertory for decades. Plus, there’s Phil Lesh’s extended workout “Unbroken Chain”, one of the few Dead songs of that vintage to feature the bassist’s charmingly down-home vocals. Add a live set that handily covers the group’s career to that date, featuring well-chosen country covers and mesmerizing jams, all blasted through the band’s Wall of Sound to a University of Nevada audience the year of From the Mars Hotel’s release, and you have an exemplary package. 1971’s Skull and Roses (first encountered in my older brother’s record collection) and Europe ’72 remain the quintessential Dead in my book, but this isn’t far behind.

Joni Mitchell, The Asylum Albums (1976-1980): Let the record show that Mitchell carried a torch for jazz for decades, ranking Miles Davis right up there with Beethoven long before her music slid into the smoothly swinging grooves of 1974’s Court and Spark. With Hejira (1976), haunting meditations on love and wandering like “Coyote”, “Amelia” and the title track lit out for more expansive territory, simultaneously anchored and uplifted by fusion genius Jaco Pastorius’ free-floating bass work. 1978’s Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter stretched further into abstraction, with the side-long tone poem “Paprika Plains” swathed in rich orchestral colors, instrumental “The Tenth World” and the grooving “Dreamland” enveloped in Latin percussion, and Pastorius’ Weather Report compatriot Wayne Shorter swooping in with unmistakably lateral sax work. And in collaboration with a dying genius, 1979’s Mingus (instigated by composer/bassist Charles Mingus himself) saw Mitchell pay tribute to the era epitomized in the closing “Goodbye Pork Pie Hat”, with words as inspiringly bopping as the tunes. Add the live double album Shadows and Light, with Mitchell backed by then-young guns like Pat Metheny on guitar and Michael Brecker on sax, and you have a remarkably unified overview of her farthest out, yet most eccentrically open period. (Volume 4 of Mitchell’s Archives series, focusing on unreleased and live music from these years, is released October 4th.)

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Happy Easter

Happy Easter. Someone at Progarchy usually posts some version of Marillion’s “Easter” every year, but this year it seems more fitting than ever. The lyrics of the song refer to The Troubles Ireland experienced for much of the second half of the twentieth century, and the title and lyrics also reference William Butler Yeats’ poem, “Easter, 1916,” about the 1916 Irish rebellion. In troubled times like these, with violent bloody wars popping up all over threatening to draw us back into darker times, Marillion’s “Easter” rings out truer than ever:

What will you do?
Make a stone of your heart?
Will you set things right
When you tear them apart?
Will you sleep at night
With the plough and the stars alight?

Rick’s Quick Takes for May

As always, purchase links are embedded in each artist/title listing; playlists/videos/samples follow the review.

Artemis, In Real Time: This second album delivers on the promise and potential of Artemis’ 2020 debut. As I recently discovered in concert, here’s a jazz sextet with a forceful front line (Nicole Glover and Alexa Tarantino on woodwinds, Ingrid Jensen on trumpet) and an assertive rhythm section (founder Renee Rosnes on piano, Noriko Ueda on bass, Allison Miller on drums) that revels in both challenging and collaborating with each other. Whether hurtling through the post-bop twists of Miller’s “Bow and Arrow” and Jensen’s “Timber”, reaching for the skies on Ueda’s open-hearted “Lights Away From Home” or tenderly exploring Rosnes’ spacious ballads “Balance Of Time” and “Empress Afternoon” — not to mention their unique spins on tunes by departed giants Lyle Mays and Wayne Shorter — this is a group of top-rank players that mesh marvelously as an ensemble, delivering a whole lot of serious, elegant fun.

Brian Dunne, Loser on the Ropes: It’s true that I wouldn’t have come across this New Jersey-born, Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter if my nephew hadn’t played drums for his recent tour. But I’m glad I did! Dunne’s vivid lyrics — questing, skeptical, bemused, and poignant all at once — hitch a ride on his insistent verbal rhythms, catchy melodies and tightly constructed tunes, sung with his direct, inviting voice to impressive effect. He rocks out on “Stand Clear of the Closing Doors” and “Bad Luck” and whips up midtempo singalongs on “It’s A Miracle” and “Optimist,” slowing down for more reflective efforts like the title track and the closer “Something to Live For”. There are sonic echoes of mid-period Dire Straits and (inevitably?) 1980s Springsteen, but this is fresh, thoughtful music with both forthright appeal and subtle intensity, well worth hearing.

Bill Evans, Treasures: from the late 1950s to his premature demise in 1980, Bill Evans changed jazz piano forever with what Miles Davis called his “quiet fire”, reshaping the piano trio format as a conversation of equals in the process. The latest in a rich harvest of archival discoveries from jazz detective Zev Feldman and his compatriots, Treasures captures Evans’ steady, probing artistic growth in the late 1960s via a series of visits to Denmark. Whether captured solo, in full flight with various bassists and drummers, or even at a heart of a suite for big band and orchestra, Evans is consistently engaged, shaping jazz standards, rarified pop tunes and his own compositions into things of sheer beauty with his intense lyricism and sense of swing. As good an introduction to this titan of the genre as any!

Guardians of the Galaxy, Awesome Mix, Vol. 3: Fair warning: this semi-soundtrack to the latest Marvel Cinematic Universe blockbuster probably won’t give children of 1970s radio like me the same nostalgia buzz as the first two volumes of Awesome Mix. Sure, there are still great throwbacks from Heart, Rainbow, Earth Wind & Fire, Alice Cooper and Bruuuce; but this time around they share playlist space with the American slacker punk (X, The Replacements) rock-rap (Beastie Boys, Faith No More), and post-indie dream pop (Florence and the Machine) that followed over the decades. So it’s a more diffuse experience, with tracks that are actually eminently forgettable (Spacehog? The Mowgli’s?) — not to mention a missed opportunity for a prog shout-out. On the other hand, any compilation that includes The Flaming Lips’ hospice anthem “Do You Realize?” and EHAMIC’s “Koinu No Carnival” — Chopin filtered through an electronica mixmaster! — deserves at least a listen, and possibly space on your shelf or hard drive.

Marillion, Seasons End Deluxe Edition: The final reissue in the set of Los Marillos’ eight EMI albums, boxed up in typically comprehensive fashion. Layering his and John Helmer’s words atop the veteran band’s latest soundscapes (often repurposed from a futile final effort at working with original vocalist Fish), new boy Steve Hogarth brought it all back home with melodies that tacked closer to folksong than operatic recitative and scenarios that evoked slice-of-life drama as well as existential soliloquies. In retrospect, Seasons End was just the start of H-era Marillion’s evolution, but the end result still rocks hard, smart and sharp after all these years, from the atmospheric intro of “The King of Sunset Town” to the unnerving claustrophobia of closer “The Space”. In addition to a remix of the 1989 original, we get b-sides, demos and early versions of multiple album tracks — plus three high-energy live sets (audio and video from 1990, plus 2022’s British Marillion Weekend) and two documentaries on the CD Blu-Ray version. Like the entire series, this re-release is great listening and great value for money. (And deluxe boxes of post-EMI albums have been promised by manager Lucy Jordache. Stay tuned …)

Paul Simon, Seven Psalms: Designed as a unified song-cycle to be heard in its entirety (it’s one 33-minute track on CD and streaming audio), Simon’s new work is a dreamlike meditation unlike anything else in his catalog. His subdued voice and acoustic guitar carry the musical weight, hinting at gospel, folk and blues as the suite unfurls, with ambience courtesy of composer Harry Partch’s “cloud chamber bowls”, British choir Voces8 and full orchestra. Anything but orthodox, metaphor-packed portraits of “The Lord” — who Simon compares to, among other things, a virus, a virgin forest and a record producer — become a recurring theme, punctuating scattered thoughts on life past and present. Scattered, that is, until the finale “Wait” (“I’m not ready/I’m just packing my gear”), where Simon abruptly, delicately drills down to our common endpoint. Ruminating on what’s been becomes a stoic stock-taking of what we’ve become, a bracing reminder of what awaits us all — and, just possibly, a call to hope in what might lie beyond. Subtle and devastatingly effective, Seven Psalms is a momento mori for the Boomer generation — and for anybody else with ears to hear.

U.K., Curtain Call: When keyboardist/violinist Eddie Jobson locked in with guitar genius Allan Holdsworth and the then-defunct King Crimson’s rhythm section — John Wetton on bass & vocals, Bill Bruford drumming — sparks flew thick and fast. U.K.’s 1978 debut album was a sleek, captivating blend of progressive rock and jazz fusion; 1979’s Danger Money slimmed down to a more focused power trio as Zappa drummer Terry Bozzio replaced Bruford and Wetton’s writing veered toward proto-Asia pomp-rock. The inevitable semi-reunion happened in the 2010s, with Jobson coming off a productive career in film and TV scoring and Wetton rebounding from a hard-fought battle with substance abuse for a extraordinary final run. Joined here in 2013 by hot young virtuosos Alex Machacek (guitar) and Marco Minnemann (drums), the duo triumphantly roar through U.K.’s complete repertoire to an enthusiastic Tokyo crowd. From the crash/bash technoflash of “In the Dead of Night”, “Alaska/Time To Kill” and “Carrying No Cross” to the glowering, tasty tension of “Thirty Years” and Rendezvous 6:02″, this foursome whips up a level of excitement and energy that was unstoppable on the night and remains irresistible on disc. Now remastered and reissued by Jobson in tribute to his late partner, this reasonably priced video (on BluRay & DVD with a bonus audio Blu-Ray) is an immensely satisfying summation for long-time fans, and a glimpse of what the fuss was all about for curious newbies.

Yes, Mirror to the Sky: After the stodgy fiasco that was Heaven & Earth and the modest charm of The Quest, Steve Howe and the rest of Yes’ current line-up actually raise a ruckus this time around. Large helpings of vocal and instrumental interplay in the grand tradition, plenty of fresh, arresting guitar licks by Howe, and lots of splendidly evocative harmonies from Jon Davison and Billy Sherwood make Mirror to the Sky a real pleasure to hear. If you expect the peak inspiration and combustible drive of Yes’ classic era, you’ll be disappointed, but this release is a convincing mix of extended epics like the title track and proggy pop like the singles “Cut from the Stars” and “All Connected”, with only the bonus disc’s “Magic Potion” sounding like a dud to my ears. For me, the most enjoyable new Yes album since 1999’s The Ladder. Check out Time Lord’s review here.

— Rick Krueger