Showing posts with label England. Show all posts
Showing posts with label England. Show all posts

Monday 24 July 2023

Godflesh "Purge" (2023)

 

Six years on from the remarkable inspirations of Post-Self, the Industrial duo return lacking a refresh in creativity. Purge echos their early 90s output. Harsh bounce oriented drum samples loop incessant. With a thud, thump and hammer, simple kick snare patterns drone in repetition. Over top, burly shouts ripple into the void and dissonant guitars toy with distressing chords wedged between chunks of dense meaty groove. Its forty four minutes explore these ideas rigidly, with little to break the norm.

This gives Purge a keen sense of self. A moody, downtrodden, alienated and grim tone to wallow within. Highly repetitious, barely shifting tempo or switching gears, each song grinds out its point. The later tracks delve into atmosphere with expansive reverb casting shadowy spells and offering respite from its aggressive counterparts. Its a subtle diversity yet never leaves this deeply troubled musical space.

Army Of Non raises an eyebrow for its inclusion of a classic Hip Hop sample "Check it out yall". Its nestled quietly in there, a throwback to Pure and Let The Rhythm Hit Em. Broadrick's affinity for Hip Hop never quite manifesting into something radical, remaining a warm peculiarity for fans like myself. This moment gave a glimmer of what might follow but as laid out its a consistently dark and dismal record retreading old ideas competently but leaving one with an appetite for revived freshness.

Rating: 6/10

Thursday 8 June 2023

Soulside Eclipse "Soulside Eclipse I" (2023)

 

 Its been well over a decade since this project was first envisioned and executed upon. Its arrival feels like some form of closure, a haunting memory of unfinished business now laid to rest. On the heals of deep emotional pains, a change of direction in ones life became evidently necessary. The decision to focus on music for a sense of purpose and accomplishment became the goal. No longer would my guitar doodling and ambling forays into songwriting be an idol pass time but become a soul focus. Music had always been the freedom, a lone place of solace that always made sense. This had always felt right among the suffocating confusion.

Although I wanted to branch into many musical styles and sounds, the main "chapters", marked by roman numerals, would be the key ambition. These songs are a materialization of my most engulfing experiences as a musician. The project found itself unsurprisingly akin to Symphonic Black Metal, my youthful obsession of the time. The boundaries of extreme music paired with the diverse possibilities of synth tones created such an interesting terrain to explore, even if much of my own music fell into the typical formats and structures of that scene.

And so for this commentary on my own creation, I wish to give you a track by track insight into what was behind each song, as well as some dates and tidbits. Most important of all, I've spent the last thirteen years periodically listening and playing along to these tracks in their MIDI format. That means sounds synthesized by my computers hardware. I've had to bridge the gap with my imagination, always fearing it might not translate as I heard it. Having worked with producer Enrico Tiberi to bring this creation to life, I can put that demon to rest. I do know however, I would have tortured myself over every little detail if this production had not been in the hands of a professional. Those MIDI demos will be released soon, I wanted to share that experience and let anyone who's curious hear this music as I have done for so long.

The Curse Of The Eclipse was conjured after the inception of this album. Its name signifies my relationship to auditory emotion. As some of the brightest, uplifting vibes the record offers, it kicks things off with its glistening acoustic guitars, bold basslines and light guitar solo. This song was written to serve the albums flow, as the music creeps from this sunny start into the darkest reaches with Black Hordes Rising. Born of guitar jams and time spent toying with acoustic strummed melodies, things came together swiftly for this number with the final phases being written at different intervals.

Anxious Obscurity was born from a low point, a personal pain which hit me hard. My resolution was to turn these difficult feelings into a song. So I went home, sought out sombre chords, reveled in melancholy and threw in some aggression for the anger betrayal brings. It was a fascinatingly focused affair, simply dwelling on the emotion and finding the melodies to express it. I also wrote lyrics alongside the instrumentation. Knowledge of such will illuminate the strange cadence of the synths on this song, they were originally intended to signify the words pacing and pitch, a mix of softly sung sorrows and angered screams over the distortion guitars.

Bury My Soul dates back as far as 2004. It was among a handful of rudimentary "first songs". This one however seemed to resonate with my friends who loved the lead piano melody. That initial riff, synth and piano setup was the whole show. As years went by I would periodically return to it with complimenting additions, figuring out its trajectory and destination over much time. Although it may seem basic among more accomplished pieces on the record, that initial melody has everything I ever wanted to capture. The simplicity is its charm in my opinion and this track along with the next one, best represent the innocence of those amateurish baby steps into song writing.

Emporic Rain, not a typo, dates back to 06. Its a rather ambitious set of scaling, menacing riffs that pummel away with a fiery spirit. Paired with rather strange synths and spots of unconventional drum patterns, at least for Metal. It all converges on a grand rocking riff, laced with pianos to see it out. That ending was written many moons later. Having received a touch of polish and fine tuning over the years, its clumsy amateurish stride is still present, and one I adore. With this track I always felt the passion and vision somehow pushes past my lacking skills of the day.

With a struggle for words, The Elemental Forge is perhaps the "outdone myself" moment. Written almost to completion in 07, its had the most enduring presence. Its origins feel almost mysterious now but I know I was inspired by Dimmu Borgir's Stormblast. Trying to emulate those simple, slower paced, higher register power chords, the song quickly derailed into its own beast, exploring wild extremes with blast beats erupting from a nebula of astral synths, transitioning into rocking power chord progressions and the groovy drum pedals that kick in underneath. Its magic is a strong, persuasive one that sways me to its mercy every time!

2009 now. Nestled somewhere among the peak of my drug abuse and self disregard, in the early hours of a substance fueled party I found a song emanating from within. What started as guitar doodling quickly funneled into a vivid vision, lavished with multiple synth tracks, pianos, guitar solos and more! Like a man possessed I commanded the computer in the room for many hours until the sun rose, writing all the instrumentation into Guitar Pro, the software I used to compose then, and still do to this day. I imagine a few touch ups came in among the following days but this rapturous plunge into darkly majestic wonder simply poured out of me in a single night. It seems it was a moment of Arcane Pandemonium! Perhaps... I made that up just now, the song name just simply sounded cool, in fact it was originally called Imperial Wizardry, a joke name. The later originally being called Diabolical as well. When first committing the music to a file name, I just throw down the first thing that comes to mind and decide on a proper name later on.

The record has steadily grown deep and dark, this next beat dares to venture further. Written in 08, Black Hordes Rising started as an exercise in extremity, a dare to be wild and cunning, pushing my writing to new heights. Deeply inspired by Emperor's Anthems To The Welkin At Dusk, studying its composition gave me all sorts of ideas and new takes on song writing. That clearly manifested here. I also got to throw in that guitar fret tapping lick as the song transitioned into a pummeling grind for its outro. That one had been in my arsenal for quite some time. The track also housed a ridiculous inhuman blast beat that had to be creatively substituted for this record, you will get to hear the original idea when the MIDI demos are released. The attached synth at the end is known as "conspiracy", a doddle from learning FL Studio that I found really captivating. It serves as a curious oddity to break the mood before our final track.

Written in 09, My memory of Ensl is strangely foggy. Or at least writing the guitar solo is. The name comes from a musical session where I was trying to emulate chemistry from an Enslaved song. In my futile attempts, I fumbled onto something totally different, a series of discordant riffs with a lovely warm uplift from the baseline. The song cruises through these riffs in a repetitious notion, reveling on the throbbing drums. The flushes of lead guitar, its eruption into a solo and looping outro gave the whole song such a beautiful character. Its place at the end is perfect, pivoting from the Symphonic Black Metal template into its own Shoegazing stride to see out the record with a climax echoing some of the vibes laid out at the records opening.

And there it is, a track by track breakdown of the record. Where do we go from here? I just don't know. What initially suspended this project became the very thing to finance it. All the other paths that could of been walked, who knows what musical creations it would of led me too. What I am certain of is the great weight that's been lifted. Strangely, It doesn't matter to me how far it reaches or if people love it as much as I do. There is a great peace in just knowing it is out there in the world for others to discover. Why I could never be content with keeping it too myself is a question I have no answer for. What is expression if no one else hears it? Perhaps that is the reason why.

Wednesday 31 May 2023

Jessie Ware "That! Feels Good" (2023)

 

Following up on the stunning What's Your Pleasure, singer-songwriter Jessie Ware leans even harder into this craft of love. Going beyond a revivalist sentiment, her passionate presence and luminous instrumentals play like a force of infection pulling one into a personal fantasy from a bygone era. These songs ooze with class, as a slick production steeped in attitude. A return to the glory of 70s Disco, Funk and Pop, steeped with a little 90s Dance pianos, House grooves and Daft Punk sensibilities.

The opening stretch has a groovy rhythmic persuasion. A beautiful balance is stuck, inspired words swoon over mighty bold melodies, full of upbeat jovial spirit, striving forth with a dance-able confidence. The theme of empowerment in pursuit of pleasure and indulgence is executed with warmth and compassion. A very humanist oriented energy emanates, painting vivid images of fun social parties and the nightlife bliss.

Past its first five songs, a few tracks hit a subtle difference in stride. It seems 70s cheese and less favorable cliches of that era get a keen focus. Raunchy "wink wink" lyrics, chirpy melodies and quirky hooks paint an interesting picture of bygone trends, reviving them with a lot of energy. Initially, these crude strides turned me off but repetition has worked its charm. I'm still not sold but I can't deny its a brilliant exercise in taking dated ideas and putting on polish, while clearly having fun in the process.

Between those numbers, the music looses some of that opening vibrancy. Perhaps the endless upbeat march is a little much for me. I loved how the previous record moved into theatrical strides with emotive beats, leaning to the melancholy alongside adorning string sections. This effort felt strictly settled on its Disco dance floor orientation. The moody shift of Lightning lacks a spark on the way out to provide that variance. Overall, That! Feels Good has some absolutely brilliant, infectious music but it waivers when leaning harder into its mightily enthused ideas over and over again.

Rating: 7/10

Monday 29 May 2023

Sleep Token "Take Me Back To Eden" (2023)

 

Currently catching a wave of attention within the Metal community, this anonymous collective known as Sleep Token have deployed their third effort, Take Me Back To Eden, like a stealth weapon to subvert fans of metallic abrasion into its soft and glossy gushings of watered down Ethereal Pop. Propped up by the remarkable voice of front-man "Vessel", his enigmatic voice stands in contrast to expectations. Learning routinely into his subtle vibrato tremble, this vulnerable voice emerges strong and self known, a firm assertion of individual expression, unafraid of ones own shadows.

This lengthy hour duration is held together by solely Vessel, the glue for a rather weak instrumental footing. His performance illuminates and engages, a delightful indulgence with a singer exploring their inner self through immense range and presentation that will delight over and over. Behind him a bland assemble of opposite ends of a spectrum. On its metallic side, the groaning slams of Djent guitar noise seem unable to escape the rhythmic shadow of Deftones and melodic oriented Fightstar.

That's actually a smaller component of the record. Instrumentation swings to its lighter side with most of this music. Soft airy synths routinely paint a warm Ethereal breeze for easy percussive beats and dreamy melodies to burgeon within its cloudy Pop design. On examination this is a rather dull and bland passing in comparison to similar Pop music of the day. Its grooves and tunes lack assertion and distinction, the ones that do, ie Are You Really Okay? have an uncanny resemblance of dejavu.

Some occasional interesting chemistries do blossom in this relationship between its two extremes, yet never do they appear entangled with any freshness. One is always an aesthetic compliment to the other, both are oriented in that textural direction. It becomes sterile with familiarity as its shallow blandness seems an extension of current Pop Metal temperaments. With little memorable on the instrumental front, Vessel gets in your mind like a true ear worm, propping its merits up. Despite having such a talent within the ranks, the hype seems oriented around exposure to ideas better explored elsewhere.

Rating: 5/10

Thursday 25 May 2023

Little Simz "No Thank You" (2022)

 

Album number five, No Thank You, is a moment for pause, a frank examination of where Little Simz currently finds herself. The brisk London accent, a 90s cadence occasionally instrumentally aligning in tone and temperament, this was a keen fit for my tastes. Its strength however, is Simz' lyrical journey. Often rhymed simple and plain, among other topics she mostly grapples with the record industry, attacking the subject from many angles, never running out of steam in the thorough process.

Wording tales of industry woes, systemic issues and ill intended individuals, an unsurprising yet deeply engaging narrative of her struggles emerges. As the theme resurfaces, each iteration serves a new purpose. Personal distress, advice for fellow musicians, how its impacted family relations. Even turning the question on herself, Simz' questions her own motives and wants as a performer allured by the industry.

Toning down the instrumental theatrics heard boldly on Sometimes I Might Be Introvert, grandiose string sections, warm ruptures of infectious Gospel, shades of Funk and Jazz. They come subtly woven into an apt chemistry for rhyme and beat to house the subject at hand. Gorilla stands out as a fun throwback to the early nineties groove of The Low End Theory. She pivots to breezy rhymes and playful swagger in cheeky yet firm style. Its a lighter, fun track among a lot of serious, expressive topics.

 With every spin I've been locked in and invested. Peaking with the pained Broken, its ending somewhat fumbles. Sideways' instrumental a tad too minimal and obnoxious, followed by an odd dreamy synth stint Who Even Cares. Seems like a couple of cuts that didn't fit were squeezed in. Also interesting, the album didn't chart well. It went under my radar for a while too, hence why I'm late to this one. Given the subject matter explored here, it seems Simz moved label for more creative freedom. This effort definitely reflects a change in attitude. Doing it for oneself, with nothing to prove.

 Rating: 8/10

Monday 22 May 2023

Boston Manor "Datura" (2022)

 
Datura, a brief twenty six minute strive housing four tracks on the bleeding edge of Pop Metal. Embracing Djent guitar tones and the Linkin Park method, Bring Me The Horizon have undoubtedly ushered in an era yet to be named with fresh acts reveling in their shadow. Fellow Brits Boston Manor caught my ear among the noise. At the core, catchy lyrical lines and guitar hooks sell the songs. The arrangement felt inspired, with depth, as Floodlights, Foxglove, Passanger and Crocus rope one in.
 
Each has distinct explorations of this sound's borders. Starting off with siren-like guitar wails and mammoth riffs on restraint, the airy atmosphere toys with intensity dynamics as singer Cox delivers teh best of his soaring presence. Foxglove deploys a simple kick snare dance beat. Chunks of low end guitar mesh this dance-floor sensibility with competent groove. It all shimmers in the lead guitars ambiguous effects pedal flange.

Passanger's leans into Cox's appeal as he soars again above a snappy snare kick groove and distanced shoegazing guitar chords. It reaches for an epic, which dispels into subdued nightclub kicks and thunderous drums, building to climax again. Crocus is the darker display, its guitars reveling in distant distortions as stabs of angular riffs penetrates the groove. Its tone reminds me of Cane Hill's acoustic Grunge moment.

The rest of this record is fluffed with instrumental electronic sound design, failing to resonate. The musical core however, was a strong show of craft as its instrumental contributions toyed with texture and intensity in a woven mesh of familiarity and depth. As one gazes on its particulars, the simplistic appeals of riffs and drum beats become awash in its textural design which melds between these musicians just wonderfully. One to keep an eye on moving forward! Their prior efforts not so appealing on a brief listen.

Rating: 6/10

Monday 15 May 2023

VNV Nation "Electric Sun" (2023)

 

A five year gap between Noire and Electric Sun has elapsed, the largest among VNV's twelve records. Evidently a veteran of ones own identity, this re-emergence offers next to nothing new. Its steady stream of melancholic warmth resonates on familiar footing. Harris' soft fatherly voice words lyrics steeped in compassion, introspection and wisdom. The message of victory not vengeance persists, navigating humanist struggles and emotive pains through grandiose metaphors. An easily digested balance of darkly Club synthesizers and thumping Dance percussion whirls up energy. Slick Neo-classical instrumentation ushers itself in, fanning emotive flames with soothing pianos, completing a glossy aesthetic housing both softness and edge.

Its a bright, thoughtfully crafted execution of a familiar blueprint. Its glittery melodies, grand stings and pulsing dance floor drums are left dulled by their lack of surprise. Having acquainted with and grown fond of an unshaken sound so many moons ago, its left this listener with little to love beyond its pleasantries. Both aesthetic and thematically resolute, even Electric Sun's structure felt archetypal. The same rotation of gleaming astral interludes and a dark banger, Artifice, rolled out with familiar feeling. Its a fine record but perhaps not something I was in the mood for. I'm sure these songs would find themselves home on rotation in a VNV Nation playlist.

Rating : 5/10

Monday 8 May 2023

Enter Shikari "A Kiss For The Whole World" (2023)

 

Two decades have passed since Enter Shikari made waves playing in our local music scene. With an unwavering resilience, they retain a relevancy that took me by surprise, having grown comfortable in the silent interval between records. Re-arranging their youthful character once again, Shikari still have the bite to hook, line and sink one into their party-like carnival Rock-Electronic realm again. With fond familiarity and spicy seasoning, A Kiss For The Whole World blazes by this listener in a whirl of engrossing charisma. Topically flourishing, their restless offerings come woven with compassion and hope, matured out of once angered social political lyrics.

This positivity emanates instrumentally, made starkly apparent by Rou Reynolds' passionate pleas, warm wisdoms and mellow metaphors. Practically every song has an infectious hook, his catchy wordings deliver hope and uplift, arriving on a flush of creativity. Its fun, engaging, refreshing and keeps once locked in with its nimble stride as these apt thirty three minutes sprint by with every moment revealing its purpose.

Their pop sensibilities have matured to a level of class, leveraging the appeal of popular musics most gratifying structures against the rampant creativity of their eclectic musical pallet. Echo's from the web of early 90s electronica still loom boldly, most keenly The Prodigy. Some moments just cant escape their legacy. Shikari are further forging their signature sound, yet not exactly advancing on new territory.

This record signifies a peak in the assembly of Metal tinged Rock, echoing Hardcore. Club music, Drum & Bass weave their aesthetics and components dynamically. Splashes of classic instrumens align with a keen cheek and cheer. Playing a role for narrative and direction to blossom. In short, everything they have done before, successfully re-emerging on a creative high for fans new and old to be taken away by. With each of my many spins I wonder if the cracks will appear. Despite having favorites among the crowd, it plays wonderfully as a complete experience.

Rating: 8/10

Sunday 5 March 2023

Gunship "Dark All Day" (2018)

 

With an enigmatic dystopian eclipse cover and suggestion of darker themes among its title, one might suspect a mood shift towards the more sinister Synthwave machinations of Carpenturn Brut. Alas, the opposite seems true, honing in on Synthpop influences a cheery narrative of uplift against struggle prevails, perhaps best exemplified on When You Grow Up, Your Heart Dies. Its christening bells add a resonant gloss of warmth to a spirited battle against the odds, with warm, fuzzy blurts of sentimental language to uplift spirits wedged into its telephone call interlude.

Dark All Day's atmosphere suits its presentation well. Many of the songs hold this ecliptic tension. Punchy bass synths, lined by meaty percussive grooves hold a mean edge against the soar of warm lead melodies and bright instruments acting as the light around this circular edge. Although Thrasher and The Drone Lacing League lean into nightly territory, its the melancholic warmth of its 80s influences that find dynamics to emerge as the narrative resolution. One of inspiration and uplift from hurt.

Stella Le Page and other effeminate voices featured compliment a stellar variety, breaking up the soaring calls of Alex Westaway who sings with a stride in his tenderness. More would have easily been welcome, their contrast a great dimension. Dark All Day is a rare record for me, where the voices really nail the instrumental theme, guiding the aforementioned tensions to a glistening resolution. They were a key component to solidifying these glossy soundtracks of nostalgic imagination. This one is definitely a shade better than their debut self titled Gunship.

Rating: 7/10

Wednesday 15 February 2023

Gunship "Gunship" (2015)

 

A gratifying sense of inspiration and class washes over with first impressions. Oozing out the gates with its glossy retro-aesthetic and twinkling melodic might intact, this British duo Gunship stands apart from other Synthwave projects. This is mostly due to its revolving cast of guest vocalists who fill a void the genre's instrumental approaches often leave unsatisfied. Performances conjure the 80s greats. Some more unabashed than others, Peter Gabriel seeming a keen influence. The stylings of Chino Moreno rears itself too. It makes perfect sense upon learning Charlie Simpson is on the record. Turns out, the aforementioned duo are his former band mates from Fightstar.

Behind some fine vocal performances, the pair find wondrous compositions of meaty bass synths churning pulsing grooves alongside competent percussion that leans into the cheesy synth toms of the era with an apt touch. Its a solid foundation, conjuring those nightlife neon-light highway speeding fantasies. Its forward synths crash in with dazzling flushes of tunefulness, overlapping and taking turns as atmospheric layers build cohesion. Sometimes, its care and attention to subtle details in the cracks. More often, the lead notations, carrying the 80s attitude, are its strongest focal point.

Either way, every song defines itself, leaning into the various Synth-Pop styles and song formats of the era. With straightforward structures, verse and choruses swoon with an easy persuasion one will be familiar with. The nostalgia tinted, glossy re-imagination of that decade is approached with such care, this debut Gunship simply turns out songs that last. Carpenter Brut seems a keen influence here, his presence co-insiding with my personal favorites, the chunkier, harder hitting songs of the record.

Rating: 7/10

Friday 25 November 2022

She Must Burn "Umbra Mortis" (2022)

 

With sourness from Pain Remains still lingering, the timely arrival of She Must Burn's sophomore effort satisfies that yearning for this breed of darkly, fantastical orchestra punctuated Extreme Metal. New recruit Valis Volkova adds distinction, directing the play with a powerful operatic tinged effeminate voice. Her clean singing illuminating in regular intervals, grounding the bouts of aggression spewing forth from Djenty guitars.

Umbra Mortis' charm lays in its symphonies. When keyboards drop in with string, horn and bells, the music comes to life. Also mirroring adventurous lead guitar licks, its embellishment pays off. Without, the intensity feels unbalanced. When hung in the balance the music plays sweetly as bellowing roars, grunted shouts and pummeling percussion drives a furious place for darkly majesty to croon from the shadows.

Despite an excellent execution and fine production aesthetic, its peaks feel limited in comparison to where the genre has soared before, see Omega Arcane. Every spin has been a welcome companion however its adventures lack penetration beyond the expectant. These are rather typical plunges into familiar realms leaving me with little to comment on beyond its competent execution. I couldn't pick a favorite track, nor a weak one either.

Rating: 6/10

Thursday 13 October 2022

The Comet Is Coming "Hyper-Dimensional Expansion Beam" (2022)

 

Obnoxious rhythmic fluctuations take lead, the Saxophone sits central, a lone expressive voice articulating simple expressions over a surreal synth landscape of cosmic majesty. With Metal adjacent syncopation, the pulsing of minimal notes sways in brief repetitions. Looped hooks and grooves groan in its textural might. Voiced like sequences of chorus lyrics, they bounce and chime off the lavish densities rumbling below, a contrast that constrains its fluttering presence to a narrow linear path. Sadly, its a weak spot. As the record traverses its modest temporal trajectory, the blunt Sax expressions become monotonous and grating. Although exploring tonality and envelope, too often do the short phrases unleashed grind down into a rigid form.

 Casting a lengthy shadow over its complimentary backing section, the wild tapestry of electronics and shuffling percussive arrangements play second fiddle, despite being superior. With an attentive ear, a spectacular array of astral events emerges. Unfolding with shimmering synths and lively drum patterns, the latter jostles with airy ambience and dynamic unraveling of waveform leads. On occasion they gush and ooze in delightful spectacles of musical chemistry. Its mostly heard within a bold string of strong opening songs. As they pass, so to does that spacey wondrous charm. Retreating into routine, unimpressed ideas dominate, it drops off sharp, sparks fading.

Transforming into an uneventful jam session, Hyper-Dimensional Expansion Beam descends into itself. Brief arrangements conjure aesthetic curiosity but direction, progression and creativity seems simply lost. Such a shift from the lively magic it opened with seems sudden around the forth track or so. It rarely returns and thus leaves a sour taste in ones mouth, or ears. Trimmed to a brief EP, this would have been fantastical fruit. Unfortunately, the majority of the crop yield isn't up to scratch and thus leaves much to be desired. The Comet Is Coming are still one to watch with a unique musical arrangement however they have shown the best and worst of themselves here.

Rating: 4/10

Thursday 6 October 2022

Depeche Mode "Songs Of Faith And Devotion" (1993)

 

Moving on from the soaring heights of Violator, the English quartet Depeche Mode make a daring bold stride into a resonant religiosity that birthed their Personal Jesus hit. Further embracing the human gulls of guitar texture, they lean on darker acoustic vibrations, Gahan's subtle vibratos inhabiting numerous cold reverbs, wandering towards despaired lows the albums dominating theme seemingly rescues him from.

Songs Of Faith And Devotion is definitely of their vein. Shimmers of Gospel, Hymns and spiritual voiceings line its persuasions. Only with Condemnation do they take a solem plunge of baptism into its sways. A beautiful moment among other ideas that converge with mixes of ideals. One can observe an orchestrated component. Gallant and chivalrous string sections ascend the clouds, disconnected from its counterparts.

Swooned by the times, so too does one hear inflections of an emerging Trip Hop scene. Dense, snappy, popular percussive loops crowd the rhythm section of many a song. Get Right With Me goes hard on its Gospel choral chants, clashing hard with its clunky drum sampling. Rush too flurries a similar fate, its Electro-Industrial synths injecting a jolting energy against dark, steely guitars, Gahan on another frequency.

This records ambitions land it in a variety of places. The better written songs seemingly closer to a formula that served them well before. Its soft religiosity a crooning charm better served the harder they leaned into it. As a whole experience, it holds over with a meaty persuasion but blemishes show on numerous repetitions. Seems the group were pulled in multiple directions, by emerging scenes of the time, yet sticking with their guns and faithful inspiration may have worked out best.

Rating: 6/10

Wednesday 28 September 2022

Kyros "Vox Humana" (2017)

 

Suffering the meaty bloat of a double disk, lengthy escapade, Vox Humana reaches far. Seeking heavens, with spirit and inspiration guiding, this juggernaut weighs upon itself. As a progressive beast, lunging from epic to epic, its diverse aspirations forge wild strings of temperaments and intensities. Reliving the classic tropes of Progressive Rock, flirting with performative theater, a dynamic metallic energy and even shivers of crude Dubstep wobbles on path, a cluster bomb of ideas explode upon the listener.

Individually, lofty, grandiose themes excels, triumphant roars and gratifying peaks are navigated among an arsenal of instruments keen to show their harmony. Collectively, a broad meandering is endured with no ending in sight. Lacking an arc, a sense of overall direction, its climaxes, dramatic twists and turns, roll of the treadmill linked, a free formation running against its own current. At least that has been my experience.

Despite a sense of disorientation stumbling through the hurdles of its musical might, Vox Humana is littered with gratifying sways into exalted emotive swoons. So often do its musky, gentle lulls erupt, illuminated by surging musical powers. The persuasion of momentous riffs, engulfing dancing melodies and all to often, Shelby Warne's voice, assailing all, Kyros land their adventurous ships ashore upon treasured beaches.

On examination, a culprit emerges, its linking elements. Intensity down-turns, drives into obscurity and the general breeziness between storms lacks charm felt elsewhere. Its where meandering looses attention and the swells of excellence are lost in its over ambitious nature. But the ambition is clear, leading to regular contagions of brilliance.

To my mind, Vox Humana sounds out of ears to its audience, a group of musicians exacting their will, uncompromising in their vision. As an observer, indulges into odd and experimental directions frequently break its flow. Clearly excellence is abundant, with many a satisfying moment along the way. Its peaks show this to be true but the journey? A rocky one in terms of holding over interest and attention.

Rating: 7/10

Sunday 11 September 2022

Depeche Mode "Violator" (1990)

 

Hailed by some as a classic, I approached this record with persistence. A turning point came four or so spins in. Suddenly, the brash, jolting instruments began to blossom. Its snappy arrays of waveform synths revealing secrets. The bold, rigid deployment of its punchy melodies and calculated drum patterns birthing emotional resonance from the void they dance above. Violator's aesthetic philosophy leaves a sparse quiet behind the fast attack and decay of its electronic zaps and stiff sampled percussion.

In the drone of its repetition, what I failed to hear was the build up. Songs start minimal and simple, with all components laid bare. Dave Gahan brings in his steely tender voice to take hand and lead along the lyrical narrative with an engulfing persuasion. Under his spell the instrumental broods these emotive swells as the complexity increases. Leaving its simpler crafts in formation, the later arrives toy with organics as dense guitar wails, dawning string sections and abstract electronic.

As I understand it, Voilator was also their debut venture to include guitars. Sometimes performed but mostly sampled, the acoustic tones fit effortlessly to their demeanor. I sensed the commercially exploited Personal Jesus might become an irritation but alas, under repetition I came to appreciate its genius, and union of digital and analog.

The records character lingers mostly on relationships woes, a sadness that permeates loves struggles without conclusion. The tone teases, toying with a curious poise. A soft sadness, melancholy on the horizon, all whilst being dramatically catchy. Its a highly digestible set of Pop tunes, weaving in odd electronic sounds to its tapestry. As the rush increases, so do strange zaps and brash noises. Quite the delight.

Ultimately I can only conclude to agree with its acclaim. Despite lacking the depth time with records offers, my ever growing love of its persuasion is wondrous. In comparison to Black Celebration, Violator stands matured and cunning by a band forging their expressions with sharpened wit and intellect. The underlying emotional rawness heard through voice and instrument is as before. I'm unsure as to why I did not hear it on Music For The Masses? Its earned my attention for a revisit.

Rating: 9/10

Monday 25 July 2022

Kyros "Celexa Dreams" (2020)

 

Kyros have delivered fresh magic, a new "song of obsession". The epic ResetRewind gave me pause to go deep with this band. Their bold, unabashed exterior and enthusiastic tone would of been easily glossed over. So with their third album effort, the spins of Celexa Dreams have been numerous. The result? A keen, warm sound carving space where I knew not it could go. With the explorative spirit of Progressive Rock, the punchy, hard hitting instrumentation inches into with metallic territory. The vibes arrive with unshakable echos of performative 80s Synthpop and a subtle sense of VGM influences, perhaps from the likes of a Nobuo Uematsu and his Black Mages.

Built with both lengthy ten minute plus epics and short songs too, the record oozes its instrumentation like a river gushing. As a constant flood of musicality throws big punches, dazzling melodies and harmony, we are never far from the fold. With slapping baselines and big gated reverb percussion every idea is rhythmically powered along by a theatrical momentum. The ever-present synths both sing melodies and gently chime into a glorious wall of sound. The treatment is bright, a constant punchlines permeating as its aesthetics sparkle with a powerful persuasion.

Its clear, crisp, precise and full of character. Unsurprisingly the song structures can reach far beyond convention and on that adventure many exciting arrangements and dynamics are summited. Best of all Shelby Warne frequents these peaks with fantastic vocals. Soaring high, some of the albums best leads are in tandem with dramatic surges of catchy human wordings. The whole affair is a delight, reaching beyond its own moods, Celexa Dreams often steers one into its realm. With every familiar listen I've been sucked in regardless of where I was at before!

Rating: 8/10

Sunday 29 May 2022

Kyros "Four Of Fear" (2020)

 

Home to a new "song of obsession" of mine, this four track EP has night not been quite as enigmatic as ResetRewind, a six minute epic that immediately caught my attention when cycling through Spotify's automated playlists. Kyros are a Progressive Rock/Metal/Synth outfit from London who's sound is a bit "all over the place" and wild, if not unified by its Progressive inspired framework delving mostly in synth tones.

ResetRewind itself is a flawed track, seemingly hinged on its one main music hook, a stellar synth melody dancing in its own gallop. Shelby Warne ascended the mood with a post-apocalyptic uplift, lyrics soaring on natures reclaiming of animal lives, as everyone dies. The song is an odd ball, wedging in a couple Skrillex era Dubstep breakdowns that just about work. It has a few other exercises between its chorus, a sinister vampyric melody in its closing frame is a niche touch. Nothing quite links directly with the main theme and despite its stitched together nature, the song rocks.

The other three songs don't find the same stride. Kyros's temperament is highly involved and dramatic. All ideas and melodies get played up, over performed and aesthetically over emphasized. Quite often this is fun as its backed by terrific, well written melodies. Ace's Middle not so much, its quirky personality shuffles and jitters all over the place with big theatrics that has no foundation. When slowing down for a broody atmosphere epic with Stop Motion. The concept holds back the over animated nature they usually express. Its class is one to revel in as guitar solos make waves.

 My overall impression is one of a band oozing in talent that;s lacking focus and direction. Their sound is a little overdone in multiple dimensions. The music always has a lot going on. What makes it tick is often the simple chemistry between its lead melodies and vocals. I could hear a record producer like Rick Ruben stepping in and stripping out the all the progressive fuss around the core of their songs. That's where the best of this short record is to be heard in my humble opinion.

Rating: 5/10

Tuesday 17 May 2022

Puppy "Pure Evil" (2022)

Sophomore albums can be tricky and after soaring high on their debut The Goat, the trio return with a mixed bag of treats. As the Pure Evil name suggests, one can find a through line of esoteric themes prying into witchcraft, occultism and nightly mischief. With the tone of their music, the lyrics comes across with a toying playfulness as they avoid all the cheesy exaggerated tropes usually associated satanic oriented music.

Opening with the sludgy, brooding Shining Star, the band establish the doomy aspect of the records tone, only to curtail it swiftly with The Kiss. The song alone is a masterpiece unto itself. Capturing rays of sun through shapely, hazy riffs, a summery Smashing Pumpkins magic is birthed again. Its quite the contrast as a uplifting song peaked by groovy pinch harmonic riffs and a delightful gleaming guitar solo.

My Offer and Wasted Little Heart continue on, subtly darkening the path, the later offering up some beautifully crafted moments of space for a chunky guitar palm mute to inhabit with its delightful texture. Its from this point on that Pure Evil starts to wain as the moody, brooding side of their sound takes a stronger presence. With less flash and flair from the guitars, the tone increasingly focuses on its own colorful gloom.
 
This feels emphasized by the vocal harmonization of Norton and Michael, the duo have an interesting chemistry built on honesty and a strained sincerity which excels when the music is bright and colorful. Being slightly off key and raw, they provide an exciting contrast but as the record shifts into a darker string of shadowy, nefariously themed songs, its potency ends up drained and sucked into the rainy tone.

Despite this, there are plenty of exciting riffs, evoking nostalgia for 90s Alternative, Grunge and Metal, always standing on there own legs. Sometimes their ideas don't quite land. The tempo pivot on Wasted Little Heart throws hails to Thrash Metal but doesn't go anywhere. They try a similar trick on Spellbound and land it wonderfully with an epic but brief wailing guitar solo. Its a minor blemish but there are a few two many musical ideas that don't seem to follow up on the shown potential.

All in all, for this listener the theme wasn't enough to spark some magic out of the gloomy tone this record explores. When luminous and bursting with energy the music is captivating. Its dreary side, although wondrous in patches like the dreamy, ethereal, acoustic gloss of Dear John, gets a bit tiring. The riffs stale, the existing chemistry gets stretched. Far from terrible but a half step back in my opinion.

Rating: 7/10

Monday 16 May 2022

Judas Priest "Painkiller" (1990)

Lets set the scene, the Heavy Metal landscape is changing drastically, Thrash and Death Metal are on the rise with Grunge and Alternative set to grip the mainstream in the coming years. Metallica are the genres new juggernaut and Pantera have brought forth a new identity for Metal. Surely a band like Judas Priest are on the way out? Well no, the intensity of Painkiller arrives as the apex of their "heavier than heavy" sound priest always embodied. It goes toe to toe with any contestant and holds it own. Quite a remarkable bow out after twenty one years as it would be Rob Halford's last for now.

The album will always be overcast by its lead and title track, Painkiller, a thrilling frenzy of adrenaline inducing metallic might thats hellbent on thrusting the listener through a seemingly never ending amping up of intensity. Molten hot guitar solos ooze, Rob's screams pull down the heavens and its string of riveting riffs and battering drums seem to keep turning up the heat. And then there is the end of the song... just as you think things are starting to wind down, somehow they go at it again with another eruption, a raging inferno of guitar blazing madness. Tipton and Downing have somehow outdone themselves yet again, as does everyone in all reality.

Its an exceptional song, an unforgettable track, but the shadow it casts can't deter the rest of the record. Although that devilish intensity isn't reached again, you couldn't expect every song to pursue the same goals. What follows is Priest exploring wonderfully brutish themes as the Heavy Metal universe takes a turn down a dark nightly alleyway. In a ways It feels like everything has been leading to this point, Priest at their hardest, leanest, fastest and on A Touch Of Evil, they go epic and anthemic when the tempo shifts. Every track is a celebration of their attitude, style and personal, all embellished through this stunning mastery of intensity as they push on.

Much credit is owed to Producer Chris Tsangarides who finds a powerful aesthetic for the band to plow through. Most notable is the drumming of Scott Travis, his bass kick is given a lot of deep tone and shape, the snare has a thunderous snap. It takes up a lot of attention but never drowns out the guitars. The two tandem wonderfully when double pedal rhythms pound alongside razor sharp riffs. In general, its all immaculate, a crowded mix of intense instruments somehow not overpowering one another. Rob's chords are fiery as ever, the lead guitars blazing wild and cutting like a knife.

As good records do, the shifting song writing approaches Priest inhabit are wonderfully performed. A keen detail that grabs me is the subtle use of cheesy synths or drab organs. Bold and brash, whenever they drop in, its always enhances the spectacle of the song itself. It should also be emphasized that Downing and Tipton's lead guitar work is not just exceptional on the title track but throughout the record. That exhilarating rise of dexterous notation, luminous and unhinged returns often. They sail so many extremes of fret-board manipulation, its a gift that keeps giving.

Having reacquainted myself with this classic, It should not be understated, the "heaviness" in aesthetic is not its sole trick. This really is Priest at their best when it comes to song writing too. The themes ditch the fun and cheese of Ram It Down and the result is a serious flag wave for Rob's fantasy Heavy Metal lifestyle. There isn't a dud here and you'll be hard pressed to figure out your favorite tracks bar the title track itself, a never ending sequences of adrenaline shots. For the decades I've experienced it, still blows my mind till this day! He... Is... The... PAINKILLER!

Rating: 9.5/10

Sunday 24 April 2022

Kae Tempest "The Line Is A Curve" (2022)

 

Formerly known as Kate Tempest, Kae returns after the disappointing The Book Of Traps And Lessons, renewed and revitalized with that magic sparkle heard on earlier records. Always one to cut to the heart of social observations, The Line Is A Curve turns in a personal direction as a love story arcs from origins of pain and separation. Although Kae is often tied up in the observations of the characters manifesting from story telling, this time much of the lyrical feels deeply personal with vulnerability often heard in there voice. The record blossoms from a typically dystopian, dissatisfied, unsettled origin into a warm, endearing resolve found in the love of another soul.

Shadowy, softly glum with a nightly luminosity, the opening instrumentals navigate difficult terrain with terrain as Kae's lyrical journey starts from a depressive state. The mood begins to turn with Salt Coast, its opening gives me an eerie deja vu to Marvin Gaye's Inner City Blues. It must be the same piano chord! With this song both Kae and the instrumental start turning to positive expressions and melodies as the relationship between ones self and the other starts to tangle. Slowly the threads are pulled one by one.

Along the way, These Are The Days land some Pink Floyd vibes with fantastic instrumentation. Mixing a live band with the synthetic melodies has a beautiful resonance. Its something the production achieves over and over, melding different musical elements at the greatest compliment to Kae's words. Things get a little manic with the last couple of songs but landing on the heart pouring Grace, the arc finds its conclusion. One that surely can't be fictions, its such a beautiful expression.

The Line Is A Curve plays with a true album experience, not a collection of songs but a journey cohesive in voice and instrumentation that one can chew on from some time as Kae's lyrics stir the deeper rumblings of thought and the accompanying music setting an apt complimentary tone. The whole thing feels like a hugely personal endeavor to shape the motions of ones life into a piece of art.

Rating: 7/10