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Review – Sills & Smith – Echoes In Time – by Progradar

“Douglas Adams got it wrong, ’42’ is not the meaning of life (the universe and everything), no, the meaning of life is music…” – Martin Hutchinson

You’ve read my reviews before, most of the time I search for an inspirational quote about music. How music affects me on a personal level or how music can just make your life worth living and this world we live in a much better place to be.

Well, this time, I came up with the quote all on my own. I honestly feel that my life would be so much poorer without the impact that the music I listen to has on it. Don’t get me wrong, I really cannot connect with chart music but there are those out there that take their daily fill of it and it makes their world better.

I just feel that music that is written from the heart and because of the artists love of music (and not necessarily for commercial gain) has even more power to affect your life and sooth your soul. It transports you temporarily to a world of your own imagination, where you can go to recharge your batteries and let the tiredness of the daily grind wash away.

Well it happened again, this time it was an email from Frank Smith, of Canadian artists Sills & Smith, asking me if I would like to have a listen to their music with a view to reviewing their last release ‘Echoes In Time’, which came out at the end of 2015.

I duly did and you may have gathered, by the simple fact that I am writing this review now, that I really liked it enough to want to explore more.

Sills & Smith, led by Ottawa singer-songwriters Jeremy Sills and Frank Smith, has independently released five studio albums of music that boldly blend and bend elements of folk, alternative rock, progressive rock, with hints of blues and jazz. The new album ‘Echoes In Time’ features 13 powerful, melodic original songs; the boldest Sills & Smith musical adventure to date.

‘Echoes in Time’ features a stellar cast of players, with the core group: Frank Smith (words/music, vocals); Jeremy Sills (music, vocals, acoustic guitars, piano, trumpet); Phillip Victor Bova (recording engineer/producer, electric and acoustic bass) and T. Bruce Wittet (drums/percussion). Brilliant supporting musicians include: Kevin Breit – electric guitars and mandolin, Blair Michael Hogan – electric guitars, Roddy Ellias – electric guitar, Jim McDowell – organs, Don Wallace – electric guitars, Tara Holloway – vocals and Linsey Wellman – saxophone.

Grace Smith designed the beautiful, four panel digipak CD edition of the album.

The opening track We Are Receiving is a delicate and winsome beauty. The tender guitar and plaintive trumpet give the song a beautiful fragility, a gossamer thin veil that is pierced by the low down vocal of the verse. The harmonised chorus is a study in refinement and the use of the polished mandolin is genius. It’s almost like an upmarket folk song and really leaves me feeling relaxed and in a state of wonderful reflection, utterly delightful. Altogether more serious and contemplative, Slicing Up The Clouds is sombre and melancholy in feel with mournful vocals and an almost funereal rhythm from the drums and the bass. There’s a darkly delicious undertone to the track, one that drags you into the dreamscape unable to resist. There is an overriding opaqueness to this song, a tenebrous feeling of walking down an unlit path, not knowing what is to come. The guitars have a real abrasiveness to them, insinuating themselves into your psyche and, as the song comes to its menacing close, I can’t help but feel slightly chilled and scared. The Chalice/The Blade is a really laid back song with some tranquil and serene vocals that are matched by the carefree and breezy guitar that runs throughout this enchanting track. This is music that is happy to just tread water, no particular place to go and no rush to get there, Calming and relaxing, you are invited to unwind and let yourself go. Sunny days and warm nights are what come to mind, a nostalgic look to the past when life seemed so easy. The guitar playing is brilliant, almost free-form and jazzy, leaving little notes of sophistication hanging in the air and the repeated chorus accentuates the aura of serene sophistication.

The first thing that grabs you on One Step Behind is the incredibly emotive saxophone, the playing is just superb. There is a barely kept feeling that all is well to the outside world but, underneath, all could come crashing down. The wistful guitar and melancholy vocal have an ageless feel to them, a story long in the telling perhaps, and they keep your attention rapt on this pensive and thoughtful track. As it comes to a close I am left with the loudness of silence. That slightly disconsolate musing is carried over to They Don’t Come Knocking, another incredibly deep track that begs your understanding. The slow pace and deliberate vocal just add incredible amounts of meaning and the achingly elegant guitar speaks of decades of questioning and inquisition. There is no happiness here, just an eternal grace and fortitude. The Cimmerian shade is lifted slightly by the upbeat tempo of Reverberations with its 50’s sounding twanging guitars. The lyrics have a real feeling of Americana to them and I really find myself getting drawn into the stark joy that emanates from this song. There’s almost a feel of a more serious R.E.M (if that is even possible!) to this track, a grown up humour that underpins everything, keeping it in check.

Hillbilly blues with a hint of jazz? Well, that’s about the best way I can describe the oddball delights of I Was Really Something, a song that has a real tongue in cheek irreverent humour running smack down the middle of it. The organ playing really gives it an almost vaudevillian tempo and vibe, it’s like Twin Peaks meets The Rocky Horror Show with a Gothic twist and I really like it, the vocals are great and the guitar just seems to have a mind of its own. The humour seems to take a back seat but that 50’s aura doesn’t leave. Echoes takes the impudence and wit of the B52s and covers it in lashing of black humour, especially that really catchy organ sound. The vocals are serious and monotone, giving gravitas but I can’t help smiling. The ability of Sills & Smith to effortlessly switch between sounds and genres is mightily impressive. Now onto the superb, dark hues of the bluesy The News. Again that slightly unreal ‘Twin Peaks’ feel persists, as if things aren’t quite what you think they are, the edgy, humourless vocal giving nothing away. What really stands out on this track is the outlandishly guitar playing, like blues on steroids and it gives the song a sort of modern western/mariachi soundtrack to it, added to the haunting organ note, it really is something. This is a track that I like to play with the lights right down low and at full volume, it is quite disconcerting but wondrously so and would grace any Tarantino film as it takes you into a world of modern fantasy. Listen right to the end and you will even hear the guitar go all Carlos Santana on you, utterly mesmerising.

Time to go all R&B on us now, After The Smoke Clears is a really nice track with some great guitar playing and a captivating vocal. Clever, insightful lyrics delivered with heartfelt feeling give it some real class and the music has a real 80’s George Benson undertone with the wah-wah pedal working overtime. A lament to things lost but delivered with panache and flair. A folk song at heart, Is The Mirror Reflecting You ? has a really solemn vocal and pared back instrumentals that give it an austere dignity. Time seems to stand still as this refined track carries on its serene journey. The humble vocals and subtle music have an intangible depth to them and this song leaves your heart open and raw with feeling. The Sacred Valley has a noble grace to it, the pure and uncomplicated music and restrained vocal give an overall pastoral tone to the song. There is something to be said for uncomplicated music that wears its heart on its sleeve, what you see is what you get and this elegant track is exactly that. The simple sentiment that is at the heart of everything is one we can all relate to and this lovely piece of music will put everyone in touch with their innermost self. This intense and fascinating musical journey is brought to a close by Pick Me Up With A Song, a country/folk track that has hints of Dylan to it in the vocal and guitar. Simple, dignified and with a message that we can all take to heart, this song just seemed to have a calming effect on me and left me composed, relaxed and in a place I was exceedingly happy to be.

Wherever you look, you will always find music that captivates and intrigues. We now live in a world where superb music is the norm rather than the exception but some music will always stand out from the crowd, even if it is a rather impressive crowd. The musical capabilities of Sills & Smith are such that ‘Echoes In Time’ isn’t just a really good album, it is a great one and one that I must heartily recommend to any lover of great music and excellent songwriting.

Released 10th November 2016

Buy ‘Echoes In Time’ from bandcamp

Review – Les Penning – Belerion – by Kevin Thompson

As a boy, for most of us, the way into music at school was by learning the recorder, wooden for the posh lads and plastic for the rest of us, although I did eventually get a wooden one. A class full of fumbling fingers covering various holes on the instrument (keep it clean please), to produce a range of notes that the music teacher desperately tried to knit together into some semblance of a tune. It has to be said that no one I know mastered the recorder whilst at school and took it up professionally. On leaving the establishment, mine was confined to a box along with my slide rule, action man and trigonometry books to eventually find their way to a table at the local jumble sale.

As a teenager listening to the music of Mike Oldfield was a real eye opener and seemed mind blowing that someone could play so many instruments. There were of course guests of renowned proficiency sometimes invited to appear, one of these being Les Penning on recorder for the album ‘Ommadawn’ and hit singles In Dulce Jubilo and Portsmouth. And yet, in my glib tender youth, it was easy to overlook the contributions of those around him and focus purely on Mr Oldfield’s creativity.

And so it has been until recently when multi-instrumentalist and all round nice guy Rob Reed recorded his self penned homage to the music style of Mike Oldfield, ‘Sanctuary’, and follow up ‘Sanctuary II’, with Les guesting on the latter. Now older, and I like to think a little wiser, I am more inclined to investigate music I like in depth and appreciate all the musicians involved. To this end I now find I have the pleasure of reviewing Les’ album ‘Belerion’, who’s gestation during the Oldfield years has only now come to fruition, thanks to the wonderful Mr Reed and contributions of former ELO2 singer/guitarist, Phil Bates.

Here’s the homework bit: Belerion is an ancient name given to Cornwall that has been translated as meaning “Shining Land” as well as “Seat of Storms”, both quite apt descriptions of the area. The photo on the cover, if I’m not mistaken (I’m sure someone will be quick to correct me if I am), is of Boscawen-un Stone Circle, just west of Penzance and before my head explodes with new found knowledge let us proceed to the album. Ladies and Gentlemen pray take your partners and places for the merry dance that is Belerion.

Opening with a gentler version than Mike Oldfield’s, of the traditional tune Portsmouth, we are transported to the glorious English coastal fields on a summers day, overlooking Portsdown Hill to the Solent beyond with birds swooping and soaring to a backdrop of blue waters topped with the froth of white horsetail waves. You’ll find nothing so brash as heavy bass or thundering drums with screaming guitar riffs in this musical world. Instead we are enchanted with the delights of the Bodhran, Crumhorn and Loriman pipe among the instruments used.

St Clement’s Isle is a small rocky islet once the home to an ancient hermit and lies just offshore of the harbour wall to Mousehole (pronounced “Mowzel”) one of Cornwall’s most picturesque hamlets. It is also the title of the first original tune penned by Les on the album. It’s impossible to separate the tunes from the background stories as they weave such wonderful pictures in your head and whilst they hark back to an earlier, more innocent age they have a timeless air.

All of the tunes on the album are very pleasing, including foot tapper Nobody’s Jig, taken from a dancing manual first published by John Playford in 1651 and containing the music and instructions for English Country Dances.

The gentle refrains of Easter 84 will have you happily strolling along a country lane, with the warmth of the sun on your neck, marveling at mother Natures’ beauty. A fitting contribution in memory of a friend.

It’s impossible not to think of Oldfield’s earlier work and Rob Reed‘s music (hardly surprising as he contributes to this album) but this is to no detriment as Belerion neatly stitches them all together like golden thread weaved into a musical coat of many colours.

Look lively Gents, to your partners for Selinger’s Round, a twisting little folk dance. Spin the Ladies round and watch as their skirts twirl to the music. Also known as The Begining of the World, it’s another foot tapping number.

And yet more brisk fare as we are whisked along to a breezy rendition of the old familiar 17^th Century marching song British Grenadiers. A great little interpretation with a rousing climax.

Slow it down to catch your breath as Les leads us through the historical landscape of the renaissance tune Tower Hill, written originally by baroque composer Giles Farnaby.

Dance across The Baskerville Down with Les to the Baskerville Arms, a hotel where he wrote this little ditty and has sometimes performed.

The album oozes happiness and joy, even The Stones Feel Warm in Belerion, you can lay back on the sun kissed grass watching the clouds float slowly by, whilst listening to this peaceful number dedicated to Les’ friends.

But it’s not all about sunshine and balmy summers’ days, there is warmth to be found for all seasons in our hearts. Gather round the Christmas tree, see the flames rise on the fire as the logs spit and spark. Move the coffee table from the centre of the room, roll up the rug and manoeuvre your loved ones round the space to a jaunty celebration of the traditional Sussex Carol. Quite apt for the time of year.

After your exertions, recline with a fine mulled beverage as you take in the sparkling Bach Minuet, I’ll let you figure out who originally wrote this and who it was for, about time you did some of the homework.

A brief self-penned number from our venerable Pied Piper in Quirk, which squeezes in some strange musical patterns given the short running time, before we reach the ‘epic’ of the album.

Running in at 7:09 minutes, the penultimate Lyme (For Louise) is by far the longest track and is another original piece written by Les. He calls it dream music and if the mention of a military style, marching drum backing makes you think otherwise, trust me it is very soothing and relaxing.

The ribbon round this delightfully wrapped package comes courtesy of His Rest another dusted off tune of Mr Farnaby’s, to see us out and give Les the chance to put his feet up. He can rest easy in the knowledge he breathes a modern air over the traditional songs which fit smoothly in with his own. You don’t have to be a Folk fan to like this album it is lovely music and can be enjoyed by all without having to don your straw hat and bells, revel in the most excellent musicianship. Maybe I should have practised more at school….

Released 1st December 2016

The 14 track CD is accompanied by a DVD that features an interview with Les where he discusses his career and the period in the mid 1970’s when those famous tracks were made. There are also promo videos for two of the pieces.

Buy ‘Belerion’ here

Review – Patchwork Cacophony – Five of Cups – by Progradar

There’s been a lot of discussion recently about a loss of ‘value’ to music, in the sense that people seem to think that they should be able to listen to it for free, either via streaming services such as Spotify and Apple Music or by illegally downloading it from the plethora of music sharing websites that haunt the internet.

What hasn’t helped is the fact that now virtually anybody can make an album in their bedroom with a laptop and, unfortunately, virtually all these so called ‘records’ are of very poor quality. To be fair, I’d be a bit hacked off if I’d spent £10 on a piece of music that sounded like caterwauling cats singing over somebody’s guitar lessons but the majority of music is still made over a lengthy period of time by artists who put their heart and soul (plus a not unreasonable sum of money) into creating these musical gems.

To have that devalued by the marketplace as it is now must be heartbreaking, especially when you are a multi-instrumentalist who actually plays virtually all the instruments on a new release, as well as writing all the songs and producing and engineering their works of art.

A message came into Progradar from Ben Bell, the multi-instrumentalist behind Patchwork Cacophony, asking if I’d take a listen to his latest release ‘Five of Cups’. I duly did and was intrigued to find out more…

Ben first came to prominence as the keyboard player, co-composer and producer on Fusion 2 Orchestra‘s acclaimed 2013 album ‘Casting Shadows’. When I started waxing lyrical about his new release on social media, it also came to light that he is the new keyboard player for my favourite cult prog-rock outfit Gandalf’s Fist and this was pointed out to me by my friend (and Fist’s drummer) Stefan Hepe.

He released his debut solo work, ‘Patchwork Cacophony’, independently (and with little fanfare) in 2014 and it immediately garnered glowing reviews for its distinctive take on classic symphonic prog. The trademark multi-layered vocals, effortless mixing of styles and intricate instrumental passages earned him wide-spread praise as a ‘huge talent’.

The follow up album, which I’m reviewing here, ‘Five of Cups’ sees a further development of Patchwork Cacophony‘s sonic identity and Ben also welcomes guest guitarists in Marcus Taylor and veteran live session musician Tim Hall.

The album opens with the four part Fairytale (Parts 1-4) and part 1 is the wonderfully atmospheric instrumental Are You Sitting Comfortably? and then we segue into the breezy and upbeat keyboard heavy progness of Once Upon A Time. We get to hear Ben’s unique vocals for the first time and they fit the classically progressive music perfectly. The musical interplay is excellent and you really wonder how one guy does it on his own! There’s a real polish to the keyboard playing that makes it hugely infectious and I was hooked the first time I heard it. Ben’s skill on all the instruments is very impressive, the rhythm section of the dynamic drums and the funky bass especially. I think I may stumbled upon something special here…We take the instrumental route again with The Wonder Of It All, a wonderfully quirky track that has its own ideas and agenda. Cheerfully buoyant and optimistic, the instruments seem to bounce of each other with reckless abandon and without a care in the world. It is a really refreshing song that puts a spring in your step and Ben’s fingers fly fluently around the keyboards with enough energy and gusto to put even Rick Wakeman to shame! The last part is called Life Is Not A Fairytale and opens with Ben’s rather sombre piano, all the spark and joy of the previous track replaced with a more serious and morose overtone. It is a beautiful tune though and one that almost brings a lump to your throat when the delicate and fragile vocals begin. There’s an almost melancholy edge to Ben’s voice which is emphasised by the graceful notes that emanate from the elegant piano playing. There’s a serious, if thoughtful, message coming from this song and one that we should take notice of, I am left in a deeply reflective frame of mind as this four-part gem comes to a sober and solemn close.

Choices brings back that busy feeling with the energy and dynamism of the opening keyboards and drums that give it an early Yes feel. Quite frantic and yet structured and deliberate, the track opens up with Ben’s precise vocal delivery and takes on a persona not unlike a hyperactive Billy Joel. There is definitely a feeling that Ben has lifted his ambitions on this release and this stylish track is evidence of that. Just check out the infectious Hammond organ that races through the centre of the track, it’s brilliant. Counting Chickens opens with a piano/keyboard combo that brings to mind Changes from Yes, with its catchy and repetitive tempo. It goes on to become a really inventive song with Ben’s signature keyboard virtuosity stamped large all over it. There’s a calmness that falls over the track, a laid back feel before that piano led mantra begins again, addictive and really enjoyable. A great instrumental that I keep returning to again and again.

Like Pink Floyd’s lesser known (but better looking) brother, Maybe strides confidently into the arena on a wave of elegant drums and edgy, funky guitars. This is where Ben takes a step back and lets one of his stellar guests take over and Marcus Taylor really does the business with some superb guitar playing. Ben’s vocal goes up a notch, full of angst and barely concealed anger and it is a great vocal performance. There’s a nice instrumental section that builds up to a rather tasty guitar solo, full of power and emotion, Marcus really reaches the heights on this one. Overall it is a song brimming with energy and disquiet and one that really shows the direction Ben is heading in with its focus and sophistication. A shortish epic at just over nine minutes, Every Day is an immersive and contemplative listen and one that gets the headphones treatment from me, to better enjoy its subtleties. A low down vocal and jazzy instrumentals give it a polished feel, in fact, it is probably the most jazz oriented track on the album with some interesting time signatures and a hesitant pace. Take your foot of the pedal and step of the incessant treadmill of life and let this calm and collected piece of music just wash over you as if you don’t have a care in the world.The middle part of the song is almost like a sci-fi soundtrack, bringing to mind epics such as 2001:A Space Odyssey and the like with its mysterious and cryptic keyboards leading the way before we are treated to synth heaven and Ben gets to show off a little, a really inventive and satisfying track that stays long in the memory.

Chasing Rainbows is a hectic, agitated and frenzied song that really smacks of Ben Folds Five on acid to my ears most of the time. Ben’s vocal has a harder, almost distraught edge and the music is full of nervous energy as it goes from animated note to animated note. A real uptempo and tumultuous jazz-infused track that you seem to feed off and become fevered yourself. There’s a sudden and sharp change of focus and feel half way through where an elegant piano brings order and calm to the chaos and enables you to get your breath back, not for long though as an insistent piano note precedes the return of the tumult, turmoil and barely concealed anger, what a great ‘in your face piece’ of music.

A haunting piano refrain opens the nostalgic and wistful instrumental of From A Spark. Dignified and ornate as if from a bygone era of cultured gentility, the piano leaves tasteful notes on your mind as it weaves its graceful and cultured path through your psyche and leaves its mark on your very soul. Bewitching and captivating, it brings the whole world to a stop for nearly seven minutes to listen and take in its restrained grandeur.

The final song on the album is the masterful splendour of Brand New Day, over twelve minutes of progressive rock that really knows its chops. The opening is all pomp and circumstance with the energetic rhythm section aiding and abetting the compelling keyboards and Tim Hall‘s potent guitar. It opens up into a classic track full of nods to the great progressive tracks of the past. Ben’s vocal is full of intent and gives the song the grounding that lets the instruments take over the show with no need for restraint. There are time changes galore and Ben plays a bewildering number of different instruments throughout this intricately complicated and lengthy work, just sit back and enjoy what is laid before you. You hear little deft homages to the likes of Camel, Yes, Genesis and even IQ as Ben opens up and runs through his full repertoire of talents. Moments of quiet contemplation mix with elaborate instrumental interplays and yet the undoubted talent of this musician never overshadows the music itself. Tim’s guitar is always there waiting to explode into the burning solos that appear towards the end of this mightily impressive song and I am just left feeling very humble and inadequate at the incredible skill and aptitude to be found in Ben Bell.

There is intelligence and a wry humour than runs throughout this remarkable album. Ben Bell has an immense talent and really knows how to put it to good use. Intelligently crafted songs that make you want to listen to them show him to be a great songwriter and what he delivers proves what a notable musician he is as well. In the world of progressive rock a new star is set to rise.

Released 7th November 2016

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Review – Maddison’s Thread – 60 Minutes An Hour – by Progradar

“Some journeys don’t have endings, they lead to new beginnings. These are the journeys that lead to great adventures!”
― Alex Haditaghi

The quote above perfectly sums up the way that music has affected my life. From a young age it has always been a journey with no ending. There have always been new avenues to explore, new adventures to undertake and the more your mind is open to new and differing experiences, the more fulfilling that journey will be.

Starting with the pop-punk of The Police and graduating to the new romantics of Ultravox, Simple Minds, Duran Duran and the like, my formative years were based more on the acts in the charts. As I grew older, my musical tastes changed and I went through the hair metal of the 80’s and early 90’s and even dipped a toe in the water of jazz and blues.

Eventually my heart found its home in the world of progressive rock, alternative rock and the ilk but I always had a penchant for something different, I was never one to pigeon-hole my musical tastes, if I like it, I listened to it. This mantra led to me hearing the first, self-titled, Maddison’s Thread album last year.

I was utterly impressed by the music and musician behind the project, Lee Maddison and it prompted these words from my review:

“Folk is rooted at the core of Maddison’s Thread but this album is all about the music and the way Lee can diversify with aplomb is very impressive. A contender for album of the year for me and one that will stay with me for a very long time.”

I became friends with Lee and that led to me being one of the first to hear the follow up to this little gem and I am proud to present the first review of ’60 Minutes An Hour’.

The span of a human life, the rising and setting of the sun, the changing of the seasons, the rhythm of the ocean’s tide, the ticking of a clock. ’60 Minutes an Hour’ is an album inspired by the passage of time and the different ways we experience it.

Each song deals with a different facet of the swirling prism of time. From the racing heartbeat of contemporary urban life in the title track through to the romantic glimpse of immortality in the dream like A Thomas Hardy Evening the album captures moments on our collective journey towards the Elysian
Fields.

Lee Maddison is Maddison’s Thread. He released his début eponymous recording back in 2015 and this ishis second album. He works full-time as a Mental Health Nurse but has still found time to perform at various folk festivals and gigs, opening for the likes of Michael Chapman and Gren Bartley.

In the past year, Lee was commissioned to write a song for the award winning Terry Abrahams ‘Life of a Mountain: Blencathra’ and performed the song at the premiere. This was the second film in a trilogy about iconic lakeland mountains.

The musicians appearing on the album are:

Lee Maddison (acoustic guitar & vocals), Nigel Spaven (bass), Darren Moore (drums), Stewart Hardy (violin & viola), Brendan Murphy (percussion), Paul Donnelly (electric Guitar & nylon String Guitar on tracks 3 & 12), Sue Ferris (flute), Fiona Beyer (cello), Tony Davies (piano & hammond) and Angus Lyon (accordion).

Edwina Hayes (described by Nanci Griffiths as the prettiest voice in England) duets with me on track 8 and sings backing vocals on tracks 11 & 13.

Produced by Stewart Hardy who also wrote all string arrangements.

The opening title track 60 Minutes An Hour is a salutary lesson in why we should take life at a slower pace before it passes us by and we’ve missed the wonder of what is right in front of our eyes. Lee’s apprehensive vocal admonishes us for taking things for granted, his delivery is as excellent as ever and the wonderful music just adds to the garded atmosphere. The delicate acoustic guitar soulful bass and elegant percussion add sophisticated emphasis while the incredibly expressive violin of Stewart Hardy provides angst among the graceful strings and the talented Angus Lyon’s accordion gives the finishing touches as it does all over the album. It might only be the first track but I’m already hearing an added maturity to Lee’s music and songwriting, the music gently insinuates itself into your conscious as if it has belonged there all your life.

More and more people suffer from anxiety attacks, a feeling that something or someone is chasing you through your life and the jazzy vibe of Chasing The White Dove expresses that perfectly through music. A slightly frenetic tempo and Lee’s insistent vocal only increases the feeling and Stewart once again adds his staccato violin to the heady mix of restlessness and disquiet. There’s an effortless feel to the musical delivery, a wonderful freedom to the way these excellent musicians deliver the message in a profound manner. A highlight has to be the infectious and captivating guitar that leaves its mark all over this high energy urban thrill ride.

I first heard the wonderfully scathing Parasiteful at a cellar gig that Lee did earlier this year (funnily enough at the house of Lee’s long time friend and photographer Howy White and his wife Amanda, who also happen to have done the pictures that litter this review (Howy) and the album art (Amanda), it’s a small world!) and really enjoyed the biting satire that lee injects into his songwriting. His vocal is hard and unforgiving as befits the subject matter of this mild mannered protest song. The laid back music plays second fiddle to the intelligent and acerbic lyrics this time as Lee delivers his most vehement piece of music yet.

A pared back folk tale of ne’er do wrongs, Charlatans & Blaggers puts you in mind of a local’s bar in a small fishing village in the wilds of the north. Tales told through the medium of music about local legends while the weather does everything it can to crash the party. The gentle guitar, easy going rhythm and percussion lay the foundations for Lee’s searching vocal and Stewart’s skill on the strings. An easygoing and unhurried ditty that leaves its mark with the catchy chorus that has me singing along, the bittersweet violin leaving a wistful note as the song comes to a close.

Another stinging rebuke to modern day, small town society, Tumbleweed has a laconic tone to it, enhanced by the slightly acerbic violin. A slightly ironic tune that, to me, seems to be about a younger generation stuck in a society with no opportunities. Lee’s distinctive vocal delivers the tale perfectly, there aren’t many folk singers out there to day who can stand comparison, and the edgy drums really add to the atmosphere while the super smooth bass keeps things ticking along nicely.

The Flycatcher (a cover of a Roy Harper song from his album ‘Unknown Soldier’) takes a winsome turn to sepia tinged nostalgia and the days of the past. The solemn, almost hushed vocals speak of looking back on days long gone, of things lost and yet never forgotten and the dynamic rhythm section and percussion deliver in a determined manner. The guitar almost has a voice of its own and marries with the dignified and reflective strings perfectly to give a really powerfully reflective edge. There is a melancholy feeling running throughout the song, the saddened voice keening for the past, of sorrow and not of hope.

I really feel that Lee has taken on a much more traditional folk direction with this new release and his version of Lines On A Fisherman’s Wife, a 19th century poem that has it’s roots in Hartlepool’s headland and that he wrote the music and chorus for, is a perfect example of this. Somber, downcast and yet sweetly earnest, it wears its heart on its sleeve. Telling the tale of the Fisherman’s wife, the worry and the drudgery of daily life, waiting for her husband to return but not knowing if disaster may have befallen him at sea. There is an ageless grace to the this song, a respect for those that deal with the wild nature of the sea on a daily basis and those who support them. The pared back delivery is sublime and you find yourself listening to it in hushed appreciation and deference as Lee’s reverential tone and the simple elegance of the music combine flawlessly.

There’s a timeless grace to Love Like Autumn where Lee and Edwina Hayes deliver a beautiful vocal performance full of sentimentality and wistfulness. A hint of country seeps into the music and it adds a carefree and untroubled note to the song. Stewart’s delightful violin is the coup de grace, at its most exquisite on this delectable elegant track, lay back with your loved one in your arms and just enjoy the simple wonder of the music.

Weightless feels just like that, ethereal and unsubstantial, the breathless charm of Lee’s vocal and the simple artistry of the piano and violin leave you feeling like your soul has left your body and is flying above you, the whole world in view below. A really short but lovely song that seems to leave a sense of loss behind as it comes to a close.

A heartfelt plea, Don’t Say Goodbye is a love letter to one who you don’t want to lose. Sincere and fervent, there is a mournful tone to Lee’s vocal as he makes his impassioned overture. The music is humble and modest leaving nothing to be misunderstood. The cello and violin are pillars of virtue and the guitar is a refined chaperone giving Lee’s entreaty validation. You are left hanging on a thread, wondering what the answer would be.

Another track rich in its folk heritage, Jessica is a perfect open letter to a loved one, it’s more simplistic lyrics Having even more meaning and power coming straight from the heart as they do. The playful, childlike music has a wide eyed wonder to it, Stewart once again excelling with his captivating violin playing. Lee and Edwina harmonise superbly on the chorus and you just find yourself caught up the overwhelming love and affection that this wonderful father has for his daughter.

A Thomas Hardy Evening is a romantic glimpse of immortality in a dream and is Lee’s take on the pure essence of life – reconnecting with the natural world. As the song fades in, you find yourself totally caught up in its whimsical, dreamlike delivery, every instrument seems to be played in a reverent fashion. The vocals just wash over you with their subtle elegance and I almost find myself rooted to the spot in a trance-like fashion. This song exhorts you to take a step back from the real world, forget the hustle and bustle and give your soul a chance to heal and your body to recharge. The subtle splendour of the strings and the delicate grace of the guitar appear to cleanse the stress and worries from deep within and you come to the end of the song a much happier and more relaxed person than when you started it.

A poignant memoir of family life and a coming of age tale, Fledgling leaves you caught in the last moments of a golden autumn. The fledgling of the title an allegorical creature that must go through the same trial and tribulations as every person who comes into adulthood. The flute taking on the role of the flying bird and giving it life through music. Lee tells us that the innocence of childhood is the same a s a bird flying free in the blue sky, it is a bittersweet tale of the loss of that innocence but then the hope of the future that is yet to come. Listen to the lyrics and let the pure guileless artistry of the music capture the moment for perpetuity, I was left with a lump in my throat as this brilliant song and album came to a close.

My lifelong musical journey has taught me that there will always be something of wonder around the next corner, a musical discovery that will enrich not just my life but many others also. The first time I heard Maddison’s Thread I was hooked and Lee has distilled the essence of everything that made the first album so good and injected it into his latest piece of musical brilliance. ’60 Minutes An Hour’ is an utter musical triumph and should be one of the highlights of 2017 for any lover of great music, I cannot praise it enough.

Released 6th Jan 2017

Pre-orders will be available soon from Maddison’s Thread bandcamp page

All pictures by Howy White

Album art by Amanda White

Review – Damian Wilson – Built For Fighting – by Rob Fisher

I can’t help feeling there is something of an unfortunate disconnect between the expectations encouraged by the forceful and uncompromising visual imagery portrayed by the cover artwork and the reality of the music you find yourself hearing in light of those expectations. Whether this is something to do with a perception of Wilson’s image or persona because of his involvement with the heavier leaning music of Threshold or Headspace I’m not sure, but the overt portrayal of aggression and machismo is thoroughly unhelpful and actually serves to undermine what is an exquisitely compelling and unexpectedly beautiful album.

Wilson explains the rationale underpinning the album as giving voice to the daily experience of trying to carve out a meaningful, secure and even happy existence against all the factors and forces which are ranged against us. “Life is a fight. A never ending brawl and struggle to find a little peace.” The theme is certainly reflected in a lot of the tracks which appear on the album and goes some way to at least partially explaining both the image and the implied attitude which adorns the cover.

Yet you only have to listen to the elegant and graceful lyrics of the sublime Battlelines (Track 12) to understand that Wilson’s heart lies in an all together different direction. “It seems to me that through all this fighting that, mores’ achieved by words and writing than, any bullet fired through war and rage”. Or again: “I understand though I don’t like it that, we were made and built for fighting but, can’t we put those tanks and bullets away”. And then we reach the repeated refrain: “So what if we believe it’s all magical, If it was up to me, watch the mighty fall, we would all stand back and just laugh at war”.

Such an imploring and impassioned cry from the heart, reflected across so many of the songs on this staggeringly poignant album, gives voice to the crisis and the dilemma which shape and form the music and the lyrics. On the one hand the reality is that life is a battle, a fight, brutal, tough and unforgiving; on the other there is the recognition that actually all this is a senseless folly, meaningless posturing, a futile waste. There is a better, kinder, gentler and more human way of living. And it is the tension created from understanding that both these views hold true which lies at the heart of this remarkable and at times heart-breaking release.

Two things quickly and forcibly strike you when you spend time with this album. The first is just how dramatically expansive and passionately expressive Wilson’s voice really is. Superb recording values let you hear with crystal clarity the incredibly diverse range he brings to each song, from the gentle and emotionally nuanced ballads all the way through to the feisty, rugged and good old fashioned heavy rock anthems. The vocal performance elicited by and expressed through the music is simply magnificent, a joyful master class which is a delightful privilege to hear, appreciate and enjoy.

The second is the sheer lyrical brilliance which shines so brightly throughout the album. Initially it is difficult to appreciate the hugely perceptive levels of insight, acumen and plain common sense wisdom which are carefully crafted within each song because your attention is always diverted elsewhere by other things. But the more you listen, the more you begin to pick up phrases and notice sentences which in turn lead you to pay a lot more attention to the skill and care which has gone into the song-writing.

‘Built For Fighting’ is an extraordinary achievement on many levels, not least of which is that it is a gem which hides in plain sight and runs the risk of being ignored precisely because of that. It is fiercely honest, impressively direct yet for all that, expressed in and through music which is delicately sensitive, powerfully moving and strikingly touching. By the end it leaves you in little doubt that it is a labour of love which rightly and quite unapologetically wears its heart on its sleeve.

I will be honest and say that on first listen I was distinctly unmoved, primarily, I suspect, because the combination of the cover in tandem with my existing familiarity with Wilson’s other work means I came in with all sorts of preconceptions which just didn’t gel or match up with the music I was hearing. It was quite an unexpected jolt, that is for sure! Now, however, I find I have fallen for it hook, line and sinker to the extent that it definitely stands as a significant contender for album of the year. Let it charm you, let it lure and entice you; you certainly won’t regret it.

Damian Wilson: vocals

With:
Lee Pomeroy – bass
Bill Shanley – guitars
Adam Wakeman – keyboards
Brian Willoughby – guitars

All photos of Damian by Marleen Den Brock Photography.

Released 9th September 2016.

Buy ‘Built For Fighting’ direct from the artist

Band Website: http://www.damian-wilson.net/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/officialdamianwilson
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/damian_wilson
YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/damianwilsonofficial

Review – Encircled – The Monkey Jamboree – by Kevin Thompson

It’s always nice to be appreciated for things you do, to be recognised for contributions you make. So I felt quite chuffed when Scott Evans of the band Encircled contacted me direct and asked would I consider doing a lead review of their new upcoming album ‘The Monkey Jamboree’. The initial elation then moved to trepidation as I realised the band had entrusted their blood, sweat and tears to my hands (I’ll wash them afterwards) and what if I didn’t like it or thought it couldn’t match their previous output? Ah, the heavy weight of responsibility.

Scott sent me the files including the cover (from the talented fingers of Freya Evans) which immediately struck me that it could have been a cave painting featured in Planet of the Apes, with See no Evil, Speak no Evil and Hear no Evil adorning the front. I mentioned this to Scott and he explained “It’s a little nod to us being deliberately ignorant in our music to all that is going on in the world, like the anti ‘FEAR‘, (Marillion‘s latest delicious release and castigation of the human race), which on listening to the CD bears similarities at times in the style of music.

For those that don’t know the band are:

Mark Busby Burrows – Vocals and Guitar

Gareth Evans – Lead Guitars

Scott Evans – Bass/Keyboards/Programming

Stuart Picken – Drums

With Backing Vocals and Flute from Kym Hart.

This is not an album to rock out to and you will not get whiplash from throwing shapes with your waist length hair (ignoring the balding patch on top), in fact it’s the perfect antidote to this time of year as the weather worsens, the nights close in and the temperature drops. Grab yourself a large glass of red or in my case a good couple of fingers of single malt from the bottle on the table and close the shutters on the windows. Stoke the open fire in the hearth, dim the lighting and curl up on the sofa with a blanket. Slip the CD in the Hi-Fi and press play……

The short, understated title track soothes you in with Mark’s warm vocals as you take a large sip of the amber nectar and feel the glow as it slides down your throat. The gentle vocal harmonising between Mark and Kym relaxes you further into the cushions, the song trailing away on a lingering note.

Echoing notes intro and the guitar and vocals convince you this is ‘Alphabetically Possible’, in the second track that has more than a whiff of the lighter side of John Dexter Jones and Jump. Your toes will tap under the blanket to the beat of Stuart’s drums, as the shadows formed by the fire flutter on the ceiling above your swaying head. Listen to Gareth’s first solo, joined with Scott’s keys whilst you refill the emptied glass.

Close your eyes and ponder on the ‘Complexity’ and pace of life as you sink another shot. Decisions to make, he (or she) who hesitates…overrun, overlooked, forgotten, lost. The highs and lows, make the most of the good times as there’s always someone to take your place, on this really smooth track with some great laid back guitar work from Gareth.

Grab yourself another snifter, a glance at the fire sees the flames dance as the foot tapping starts again to ‘Stereochrome’s‘ funky little rhythm. Ruminate on the fact some people thrive on the modern pressures of life to the extent they can’t live without them, but not you at the moment. Recline and revel in the OMD like keyboard solo from Scott sliding into a Dr Who soundscape and ending on another fine guitar solo.

You begin to find the warmth of the whisky and heat from the fire quite soporific, lulled by the piano keys, make the most of this moment, this ‘Magic Hour’. Enjoy the soothing sounds of Rothery type fretwork, the gentle pulse of Stuart’s drums and Scott’s bass. Make the most of what you have now as everything must end, but maybe not until……

‘Tomorrow’ on the penultimate track which, after a few brief strummed chords, raises you from the reverie with a little more upbeat musing on the delicacy of relationships. Should we cling on or hold too close to be singed by the spluttering flames of a needy relationship? Treading on eggshells, will it fall apart acrimoniously and can we not stay friends? Just a little sip.

You wake to find the room dark, only faint embers glow in the hearth and the temperature has cooled. Your head is filled with cotton wool as you survey the empty tumbler alongside the discharged bottle and try to piece together your thoughts on ‘A Life Shy of Perfection’. You rise, stretch then quell the remains of last night’s fire. Fold the blanket as you ponder what you have lost and how direction-less you have become. Make your way across the room and open the shutters on the grey streaked clouds of the winter morning as the last chords of acoustic guitar prod you to face the day ahead.

You pick up the glass and bottle then make your way from the room switching off the dimmed lighting and try ‘Chasing the Ghost’ in your fogged brain as you make your way along the hall. Pale, milky light drifts in through the glass panes of the front door casting a faint shadow ahead of you as you retreat toward the kitchen and the tune builds. Your bare feet drop the step into the kitchen, slapping on the chilled tiles. The shock makes you shake yourself in an attempt to disengage the monkey swinging from the branches of your brain. The bottle is discarded in the recycling bin and the glass shunted next to the pile of dishes by the sink from the day before. You’ll wash them later, no time now. You pause briefly to look out at the sodden leaf smothered garden before turning to retrace your steps down the hall and up the stairs for a shower as the last song nears the end in a duet of piano complemented by Kym’s flute. You close the bathroom door as the album ends on a single tintinnabulation. Time to get going.

This is not an album to break new ground nor will it have you dancing round the room. Tempo rarely breaking above a sway, it’s a slice of sublime relaxation, to kick off your shoes and relax to. It will keep me company on many a dark winter’s night and should it take your fancy as the tipple of choice, drink well of it’s smoothly distilled texture and feel the glow inside.

I’d like to thank Scott and the band for entrusting me with their latest blend and raise a glass to toast them, on an album well refined and produced by Shaun Lowe.

If you want to know more you can check out:

Twitter@encircledtheband

https://m.facebook.com/Encircletheband

https://encircled.bandcamp.com

Review – Maschine – Naturalis – by James R Turner

Formed around the nucleus of insanely talented guitarist Luke Machin, and bassist Dan Mash (both of whom have played with artists like The Tangent) their debut album ‘Rubidium’ was released in 2013, and in an unrelated interview with Andy Tillison; he told me that I needed to listen to that album. Now when Andy Tillison recommends something you listen to it, and you know what, it didn’t quite grab me initially where it should have done. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great debut album and Maschine are an insanely talented group of young musicians, but, for whatever reason whilst I enjoyed it, I never ‘got’ it.

However, this, only their 2^nd album (and by some of the music on here, and the intricate blends of sound, would make you think they have been playing together forever) got me from the start, (so much so that, time permitting, I will be revisiting ‘Rubidium‘).

This 5 piece, formed at the Brighton Institute of Music in 2008 feature, as mentioned earlier, the talents of Luke Machin on guitar & vocal, Dan Mash on bass, James Stewart on drums, Elliott Fuller on guitar and Marie-Eve De Gaultier on vocals, flute and keyboard.

With a diverse range of influences across the board, and playing styles throughout the band, their real skill is pouring all these un-distilled musical ingredients into their crucible and creating a striking and original sound.

The 6 tracks on here, (the shortest clocking in at over 5 minutes!) all relate to natural events and the interaction between nature and all it can throw at us. This isn’t a concept album as such, but more connected events around which the songs are allowed room to breath and develop.

Boy do they develop, the opening 11 minutes of Resistance, mixes in the beautiful guitar work that both Luke and Elliott bring to the branch, the whole gamut of musical styles and influences creatively held together, with more ideas to spare in these 11 minutes than a lot of bands have in 11 years. The most effective weapon Maschine have is the contrasting vocals of Luke and Marie-Eve, which works together in creating some beautiful harmonies and interesting, counterpoints. And that’s just in the first 11 minutes!!

One of my favourite songs on the album, Make Believe features some amazing vocals from Marie-Eve, with a wonderfully slow build up, whilst the keyboard textures and powerful drum and bass combo of Mash and Stewart hold the piece together allowing an astonishing solo from Machin to burst forward.

The other epic on the album, the closing 11-minute Megacyma recounts the story of the Japanese Tsunami of 2011 through one mans eyes. What a mighty storm of sound they create as the song builds to its climax. They pull out all the stops here, with hints of 70’s classic prog keyboards, heavy riffing and some intense electronic walls of sound, whilst the two voices combine to create a fantastic sound, and the symphonic edge to this mighty finale is absolute perfection.

Of the other tracks on the album, Night & Day with it’s aural soundscapes and WWII story is contemporary prog storytelling at it’s finest. Hidden in Plain sight combines many disparate influences into the nearest they get to a pop song, with some fantastically funky drumming from Stewart and more of those wonderful vocals and Whilst A New Reality is Maschine’s sound in microcosm, featuring some wonderfully fluid guitar, fantastic symphonic keyboard work, and the sound of a band firing on all cylinders.

It’s absolutely fantastic that nearly 50 years into the genre we call prog that there are immensely talented creative musicians of this calibre who are prepared to take risks and imprint their musical vision on the genre instead of being held back by the genres self imposed limitations and sounds.

Maschine truly are the future, and this album will firmly cement their reputation as one of the finest bands in this (or any) genre.

A last minute ball over the line for album of the year? Got to be a contender…

Released 18th November 2016

Buy ‘Naturalis’ from Burning Shed

Review – John Wesley – a way you’ll never be – By James R Turner

Those familiar with the work of Steven Wilson or Fish will know the name John Wesley, a prolific and talented American guitarist and songwriter whose been on the road supporting artists like Marillion and Steven Wilson, whilst also touring as part of Porcupine Tree, and has built up a solid reputation as a go to guitarist.

This latest album, his 8^th and first since 2014’s ‘Disconnect’ see’s him successfully bringing together both sides of his musical personality into a song cycle that echoes the short stories of Ernest Hemingway, the title track, a way you’ll never be is named after one of Hemingway’s more famous short stories and focuses, with it’s driving guitar and pounding choruses, on the current fascination for being an online expert on everything, without ever having actually done anything.

The album is far heavier than it’s predecessor and features some strident and aggressive guitar work from John, with the metronomic and Floydian guitar work on to outrun the light being one of the stand out tracks on the album.

Never one to stand still, or indeed make the second record twice, John is as interesting a lyricist as a guitarist, and his lyrics particularly on the silence in coffee and the revolutionist stand out, the latter having some astonishing staccato call and effect guitar work with the drums pounding out a King Crimson esque beat, before some smoothly fluid guitar work shines out.

This album is all about John Wesley the guitarist, and fits more in line with some of the more intelligent stadium rock, and that is by no means lazy labelling or a criticism, this is an album full of mighty mighty sounds, and big ideas and concepts, some heartfelt, some scathing. The brilliant sole instrumental unsafe space is Johns take on the ‘pampered millenials’ or ‘snowflakes’ as they call them stateside, banning things from campus because they disagree with them and shutting down free speech. It is also a jarring thing of beauty, where John lets his guitar do all the talking for him.

This is an album that is as progressive as it gets in the truest sense of the word, an artist moving forwards, making records the way he wants to make them and taking the audience a long for the journey, it is also a success in the way it marries Johns well observed songwriting with his sublime guitar work.

Released 7th October 2016

Buy ‘a way you’ll never be’ direct from John Wesley

Review – Arcade Messiah – III – by Progradar

“We are consciousness examining and expressing itself so that it can become increasingly aware of its infinite capacity for being and evolving.”
― Jay Woodman

On the 11th of December this year I shall return to The Bedford in Balham to attend the Masquerade one day festival. This will be the first time I have attended this music venue since the life-defining four days of the Resonance Festival in August. 2014.

Suffice to say those wonderful four days really were my epiphany when it came to the world of music that I now find myself deeply involved with and I will never forget the people I met over that weekend, many of whom have become very firm friends.

My musical tastes and my writing have definitely evolved and progressed since that time and it would be fair to say that the majority of musicians that performed at the festival have developed further and matured as artists as well. One musician I was keen to meet there, and one whose career I have followed before and after Resonance, is John Bassett, erstwhile driving force behind the band KingBathmat and the solo instrumental project Arcade Messiah.

It is the third album (imaginatively called ‘III’) from this solo project that I am reviewing today but, as ever, first we must have some background and history…

John Bassett is an English multi-instrumentalist and producer who currently resides in Sligo, Ireland. Primarily known for writing and producing the music for cult Hastings band KingBathmat, his most recent project Arcade Messiah blends Post Rock, Metal, Doom and Stoner rock into a heavy intoxicating instrumental brew.

All instruments on the Arcade Messiah albums are played by John alone and released through his own Stereohead Records label, making them very much independent DIY releases.

‘III’ is the third Arcade Messiah album in as many years to be released by John Bassett and he had this to say about the album;

“Arcade Messiah III has certainly been a labour of love for me, this is the most I have refined a record to the degree that I have done with this album, I incorporated many new production techniques and have learned a lot from the experience of putting this record together. I’m very excited to release this out into the wild and I hope you guys enjoy it.”

I reviewed Arcade Messiah ‘II’ last year and had these words to say;

“A ‘Wall of Sound’ that makes Phil Spector’s look like a diminutive picket fence and it is quite possibly the best thing this highly talented musician has ever produced.”

John is going to have to go some with ‘III’ to improve on that…

Revolver powers in with an immediate blow to the solar plexus from a monstrous riff that just carries all before it. The cacophony of guitars and drums that follows is just deliciously intense and mad surging ahead on a humongous soundwave of monumental noise and then, hark, what is that? Vocals, yes vocals! but only for a short while and, once you’ve got over the shock, it’s back on the proverbial manically enjoyable hell ride of musical virtuosity. Such a dense and compact sound, it really does pack a powerful punch and the coruscating guitar breaks just add the final touch of demented class. There’s a short break of a more delicate variety but, as it all comes to a close, it’s all you can do to stay upright in the face of such a pleasurable sonic onslaught.

Citadel, even the word conveys thoughts of a steadfast, immovable structure, one that has stood the test of time, war and destruction over a span of centuries and this track lives up to that definition. There is an age old primordial and primitive force at work here and this absolutely gigantic and rudimental riff feels like it has spanned the ages with its weighty and portentous feel. Now you know what Atlas felt like carrying the Earth on his shoulders, there is a supreme density and weight of knowledge at the core of this thunderous song. Almost a soundtrack to the age of Knights and siege engines, it pins you to the floor with its substantial tone. There’s a lull in the middle, like a break in the never ending battle between good and evil, before the dynamic drumming joins the compelling guitars and the hypnotic music powers on. To use a well known phrase from Queensryche’s ‘Empire’, it really does ‘…hit you like a ten ton heavy thing…’

The longest track, coming in and just over ten minutes, Deliverance is, in my opinion, the best track that John has produced as Arcade Messiah. A slow burning, slightly hesitant opening of piquant guitar notes over shadowy keyboards gives an air of mystery and intrigue. The tempo increases with the jingling guitars leading the way, you almost feel like you are being taking on a journey, one where you have no idea of the destination. For those of a certain age, the title will bring thoughts of Burt Reynolds and hillbilly America and you do feel like you could be lost in the deep forest with all sorts of creatures watching your progress waiting to pounce and the tension increases when the riffs begin, aggressive and potent. There is an urgency to the guitars now, both more critical and serious as the overlaying vocal of the title rings out. It is a rush to find succor and shelter, to escape the unknown that lurks in the dark behind the trees and your heart beat increases to match the pace of the music. This song really does get you involved, placing you right in the middle of proceedings, the hunted trying to outwit the hunter, it is really clever how you find yourself as the centre of all that is happening, hanging on every sound and, as the last notes ring out, relief just washes over you.

The feel changes a bit with Life Clock, there is still that vitality and depth to the music but the monstrous, mountain toppling riffs take a back seat for once. A pensive, thoughtful tone exudes from the guitars and seems to soften the sharp edges of the tones coming forth. A feeling of treading water ensues, anticipation or meditation? who knows? I feel an expectation in the air, contemplation of what has gone before and, also, what is now to come. Like the ticking of a clock in a silent room, time still passes whether we are there to observe it or not and, while we live our lives, the days, months and years will continue to accumulate. It is only music, no words, but I get the feeling that we are being taught a lesson here, don’t let life pass you buy, live every moment with no regrets as we are a long time dead, the pugnacious riffing and energetic drumming that close out the track seem to imply that time is running out to do so…

Crunching riffs, immense in scope, lead in a towering tsunami of sound as Black Tree lurches in to view, like some vast mammoth of noise. It almost overwhelms you with its intensity yet you would die happy, like a man drowning in vat of the best malt whiskey. There are the odd interludes where the ferocity and tension lull for a short while but the potent fervor is soon ramped up again and the substantial music regains its impetus and momentum and rides roughshod over all that is unfortunate to get in its way, the unstoppable dominance there for all to see.

After the forceful intensity and enduring dominance of what has gone before, Sanctuary is exactly what you need and it is delivered beautifully by the closing track to the album. A delightful blend of guitars, drums and keyboards that has a soothing effect on your bruised mind and soul. The elegant guitar tone still has a life and vibrancy to it but, this time, it is not trying to pound you into submission. The drums are composed and precise and add a cultured layer to the track and mean it is one that you can let wash over you and reinvigorate you, it is still, obviously, John’s distinctive sound but with a restrained and relaxed feel to it. Don’t get me wrong, I love the huge, continent crushing sound that this amazing musician can generate but this just ends the album on such a lovely, high note and works perfectly.

So does ‘III’ improve on ‘II’ or is it left trailing in its wake? There’s a subtle change of tack going on here as well, a more mature feel to the music, John Bassett can riff with the best of them but has added other strings to his bow in his continual quest to improve as a musician, he has evolved once again with this excellent release, he is really at the top of his game and making his ‘Wall of Sound’ become even more of a unique and elemental force. If I did ratings this would be 9/10 without any argument whatsoever.

Released 25th November 2016.

Buy Arcade Messiah ‘III’ from bandcamp

Review – Seven Impale – Contrapasso – by Shawn Dudley

The opening lurching guitar/organ riff sounds like the amplified machinery of a giant steamship; bellowing, relentless, ominous power. Then it morphs into a straight, almost funky propulsive groove with some very tasty organ comping while various synth and vocals effects weave in out of the background like a swirling mist.

The vocals of Stian Okland float in over the groove sounding not unlike a Satanic Jim Morrison, like a dark mirror image of The Soft Parade; simultaneously eerie and darkly comic. Saxophonist Benjamin Mekki Wideroe makes his entrance next with a frenzied atonal break. Underneath the vocal line the linear progression of the piece continues to build in intensity, the groove turning ominous, dissonant snatches of piano and sax riffs stab through creating a frenzied whirlpool.

A melodic organ & sax unison line enters and holds the arrangement together, keeping it from exploding into complete cacophony. Then it stops abruptly, giving the listener a split second to inhale, before a crushing doom riff hammers down…

That describes just the first four minutes of Lemma, the opening track of the joyously insane ‘Contrapasso’, the second full-length release from Seven Impale. This young sextet from Norway has hit upon a really potent recipe, an almost dizzying combination of influences they’ve managed to assimilate and combine in consistently surprising and effective ways.

It’s fiery, intense music, but it’s so much fun that it’s accessible despite the artfully schizophrenic arrangements. From an instrumental standpoint Seven Impale employs a mostly analog approach; Hammond organ, vintage synth and guitar sounds, saxophone, and they occasionally sneak in some more modern touches. But this is not a retro band; this is a young adventurous group that’s unafraid to be daring, to experiment and most importantly to have fun doing it.

A key factor with their sound is how the saxophone is employed. While I’ve heard saxophone featured in a few progressive rock albums this year (Knifeworld, Thank You Scientist, etc) it’s primarily fairly straight-ahead in approach. Seven Impale is one of the few newer bands I’ve heard that gravitate more toward the avant-garde jazz albums of the late 1960s for inspiration.

For the most part it’s not completely outside, but more in line with players like Archie Shepp or Pharoah Sanders. The jazz quotient on ‘Contrapasso’ is intrinsic to the success of these compositions. The majority of these songs aren’t based on traditional verse/chorus structure, but the saxophone is often used in conjunction with the keyboards to carry the melodic thrust of the song, while the vocals provide commentary.

When you combine those elements with the 500 ton weight of the guitar sound (a vicious combination of King Crimson and Anekdoten) it’s a beautiful noise. It hits the sweet spot where the saxophone fuels the experimental portion while the guitars keep it primal and firmly rooted in rock.

The album is not without its catchy moments. Inertia grooves along on a heavy guitar/sax unison riff that would probably sound fantastic in a live setting and the brief chorus is infectious. The mid-section is a fiery jam and guitar solo feature, which tips a hat to Fripp & Co. After a return to the main theme it slides into an effectively trippy psychedelic section that features some lovely keyboard & vocal harmonies before seguing into an appropriately epic, melodic conclusion.

The remainder of the album unfolds along similarly complex and intriguing lines. Like a puzzle that keeps revealing more and more levels of complexity it’s an album that takes some effort. But what I love about albums this dense is that each time you play them some new moment jumps out.

I love the whole record, but there are a couple tracks that really stood out to me.The first is Langour, which brilliantly captures the juxtaposition between the beautiful sax & cello melody and the crushing metallic guitar riff, it’s a perfect demonstration of the power this group can wield. The other is the mind-bending Helix. It’s built off the simplest of structures, a repeated keyboard riff that is methodically augmented with other instrumental voicings and increases in intensity like a storm building before the deluge. If the description sounds dramatic that’s because the music does as well.

It has been awhile since a new band has really hit me with the audacity of their approach and how effortless it seems. Seven Impale is the kind of band that reminds me that experimentation, even if it’s experimentations within existing sonic frameworks is not impossible. There are still fresh avenues to explore within the progressive rock realm, I hope Seven Impale continues the search for a long time to come.

Released 16th September 2016

Buy ‘Contrapasso’ from Bandcamp

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