Steve Roach, Kevin Braheny & Michael Stearns "Desert Solitaire" (1987)

 

Mesmerized by opening track Flatlands, my morning walks exploring the cliffy sandstone shores of southern Portugal were elevated by its meditative qualities. Fit for the sunny Mediterranean climate, a rhythmic trance of exotic percussion guides us through unforgettable swells of dense soothing tone. Cycling through several stellar synths, blushes of warmth arrive on the heels of the prior rescinding surge. Emotions stir through apt chord selections on occasion too. Its a remarkable track, one I've returned to often, however this time, I was reminded that its appearance on Journeys To The Infinite, which I've covered previously, was a hand picked compilation of works.

I'm sadden to report, Desert Solitaire does not expand its opening majesty. More so, it picks apart its pieces, rearranging them into lengthy stints, sharing those initial aesthetic suggestions. With a theme of solitude in desolate regions, scorn by the heat of our sun in daytime, the record quietly picks through temperaments, moments of grandeur and scenic suggestions all laid bare through competent track titling.

A handful of songs try too cut the mold, Knowledge & Dust deploys an irritating stereo-pan, attempting trippy disorientation. Shiprock shifts its instrumental drone with a shrill cutting synth to usher in eerie nightly sounds. Empty Time returns this high pitched whine to conjure in baron horns and percussion on a lifeless wandering that seems to leads nowhere. These three are also the weaker pieces on the record.

Labyrinth feels completely out of place, a nightly spell of bleak, cloud swept skies converging on imitate dusk. A lurch of conspiracy and lonely unease wrestles with its subtle reliefs of tension that dissipate like waves on a beach. Its a stunning piece of darkly atmosphere but more fitting of a Dungeon Synth record to these ears.

The other remaining songs flesh out the tones heard on Flatlands. Those swells of tone, now elongated into soothing drones to transform your imaginations. Its all to typical of this genre to comment on deeper but a handful of them merit return for conjuring these meditative moods, this time with a warmer climate than usual.

Rating: 6/10

Skinny Puppy "Cleanse Fold And Manipulate" (1987)

 

 

Fine tuning the dials of its industrious abandon for a noteably consistent peruse through nightmarish dystopias, Skinny Puppy loses any spark on this third and fiendishly monotonous outing. Its opening however, suggests new ground as janky and flustered bursts of softening symth seem organized. They spew murky unease alongside subtle sensibilities that suggest a slight Synthpop influence. One can hear a keen sampling of Kraftwork on First Aid. The following Addicition strides to a cohesive expression, where its disjointed elements cast a worried spell of personal struggle and abuse, between injections of obnoxious samples that brake up Orge's snarly shouts.

And then a sudden descent into mediocrity, every following song until conclusion seeming to allude any potent melody or enticing chemistry beyond its disheveled industrial exterior. Broken baselines thrust notes forth between the shuffling of metallic percussion, banging and clattering along without a settled rhythm. In flood samples and crude hissing shouts that too fail in amounting to anything of merit. Despite this extended lull, one hears an occasion echo of some aesthetic chemistry, to be repeated by Industrial Metal juggernauts to come. Other than that, it lacks on all fronts.

Rating: 2/10

Pop Will Eat Itself "Box Frenzy" (1987)

 

On occasions, the rush of excitement that always comes from record browsing can get the better of me. The rule I am not learning is to give something a listen before parting with your hard earned cash! Given that PWEI blew me away with their sophomore record, This Is The Day, I was happy to jump straight in! That album was a time capsule of nostalgic innocence, reflecting the cultures of the day. It spoke directly to musical scenes before my time that Ive always been fascinated with. Looking to follow up, the acclaim mentioned in breath of their debut Box Frenzy had me pick it. Sadly the horrors I've found have me wanting to give up. I can firmly say its quite awful.

I'll be blunt with my words but a handful of listens has improved my tolerance. In a nutshell, everything "edgy" of the time retroactively sounds stale, dated and damn right corny! Fueled on by the Run DMC Rap sound, these youthful twenty-somethings hinged all of their songwriting on aesthetics that have died off. Box Frenzy is forty three minutes of unabashed punchy tone abuse, taking synthesized 80s sounds and running them through the mills on old school drum machines and retro keyboards. These arrangements are stark with spacious drum grooves droning away, accompanied by obnoxious "sound effects" and Walk This Way inspired guitar stabs.

The lyrical content is often cheap and cheesy, atypical 80s rapping flows with a lack of underpinning substance. The spirit of these songs reminding me of "dated" party songs, the sort of unbearable 80s tunes encouraging kids to do a variety of then trendy dance moves and routines, hinged on gimmick and novelty. That in your face cheese is tiring but also entirely the point. For 1987 I can see how this would have been on the edge and pulled in praise but having little nostalgia for this particularly disposable and dated sound, Its no surprise it turned me off.

I've been cruel so far and I must say the foundations of what made This Is The Day is firmly heard on this record. A few tracks have something good to offer in the way of groove and energy but the aesthetics tend to be a bit to grating. There is also the term Grebo mentioned here. Labelled as "Grebo Rock" its a curious disconnect from how the term was used in my youth to label the alternative crowd I then Identified with. Seems the term has roots that extend back to the 80s, and a sound I wouldn't associate with the Nu Metal and Gothic music of my youth. This introduction won't have me looking much further though!

Rating: 3/10

Bathory "Under The Sign Of The Black Mark" (1987)

 Continuing another adventure into the music of my youth, Bathory's third effort was one less acquainted with. It had however solidified a memory as being remarkably decent for the time. Well this has been an absolute treat to get back into! Its been so long the experience was practically fresh to my ears! Coming of the back of the overly ambitious The Return..... It sounds like the moment where the stars align. The group shed their prototype skin and bathe in the blasphemy of self actualized Black Metal! Under The Sign Of The Black Mark is where everything they were trying to do works.

We will however start with the negatives. Not everything is exceptional, although the bulk is. The intro and outro tracks seem utterly pointless as their dusky ambience fails to ignite any atmosphere to lead in the satanic metallic onslaught. The final two proper tracks, 13 Candles and Of Doom, both feel a little lacking with the pile of brilliance before it. They do have there moments with musical shifts but the offerings feel like soft rehashes of the genius in the songs heard beforehand.

They stand in the shadow of brilliant songwriting, which is quite diverse and distinct. The record kicks off with Massacre, a thrashing juggernaut of vicious hate, lashing out from the mark as we are plunged into blast beats and vile screams. Its a straightforward but well executed idea. The following Woman Of Dark Desires is unsuspecting until it lunges into an unusually catchy chorus as Quorthorn cries out with throaty strained screams the name of Elizabeth Bathory. The inclusion of evil organs towards the end, foreshadows more brilliance yet to come our way.

Call From The Grave steadies the pace, a mid tempo track with soaring riff work, toying with some dissonance. The approach to this dark music is expanded as the haunting throaty screams roar with menace over the grave atmosphere conjured. Equilmanthorn hails back to the records opening, another plunge into ruthless pummeling that shifts to a half step riff, then slamming in with another catchy hook in the chorus as Quorthon cries out the title track over and over  in memorable fashion.

The song has an incredible guitar solo to see it end on a thrilling climax, which bring me to a point, the lead guitar work which seems to frequent every track is phenomenal. Either creating a Slayer alike barrage of noise or delivering a blaze of evil melodies, everything that was tried before feels mastered here. That includes the screams, the most aggressive and shrill to date yet the temperament and texture is just perfect for what these extremities can achieve in the context of Black Metal.

Enter The Eternal Fire is the last of these incredible songs but for entirely different reasons. An incorporation of atmospheric synth tones and epic mid-tempo setting foreshadows the heritage influenced Bathory sound to come. All in all the record is a stunning maturity in songwriting. The haphazard ideas and sloppy performances of its predecessor blown out of the water. The inclusion of synths lay down foundations for the popular Symphonic element to come in the 90s. I also adore the inclusion of the Funeral Macrbe melody on Call From The Grave. Possibly my favorite moment of many fantastic ones on this truly remarkable and pioneering album.

 Rating: 9/10

Candlemass "Nightfall" (1987)

Portuguese band Desire recently sparked my interest in Doom Metal and with a little digging around and research it didn't take long to find myself in Sweden again, home to some of Metals finest bands, Bathory, Diabolical Masquerade, Entombed, Meshuggah, Opeth and Soilwork to name a few. Impressed with rave reviews throughout this bands discography I thought Id start with their highest ranked and critically acclaimed sophomore record from 87, the same decade where the term "Doom Metal" really started to take hold as a musical genre beyond its prototype days in the 70s. Quickly did I hear the echos of "Black Sabbath" who defined some key characteristics of the genre, like the slow tempo, bluesy guitars and use of the tritone.

"Nightfall" made a swift and monumental impression, after a haunting intro of ghoulish choirs Candlemass drop the guitars in with crisp, bold, solid distortions that glaze with a touch of venom in their harmonic aesthetics. Riffing with singular linear notes they fall between the groove and melody, crunching rhythms and straying into the higher regions to expand the burdening atmosphere. Without any dizzying distortions Candlemass bring a weight of doom and heavy in a storm of atmosphere that feels almost biblical in its damnation. The gloom of funeral, the shadow of death and the shame of sin swirl within these songs, however from a safe distance we are the observer. In its harmonic tone its distanced from the emotional burden and becomes quite the bewitching and devilish rock out as these slow crawling riffs tangle into memorable melodies.

The bass and guitars have a concrete harmonization for the riffs and the drums slowly shuffle around them, groaning out slow grooves that occasionally pick up tempo in short bursts. Over it all singer Messiah Marcolin makes an unforgettable impact with his voice, powerful, bold and commanding he steers the ship with a thunderous voice and stunning pitch control. Hitting bellowing lows and soaring highs he creates the air of epic with a sublime vibrato and operatic performances that flow with the rhythms steady movement. It all takes place in a stunning production for an 80s Metal record, big, spacious for the guitars to fill they rock sweetly in a rich atmosphere fit for the glorification of the macabre. It has been a pleasure to enjoy such a well realized record.

Favorite Song: Samarithan, Black Candles

Rating: 8/10

Dio "Dream Evil" (1987)

Venturing back into the spirit of Heavy Metal we get fired up with Dio's forth in as many years. Like a blast to the past we are whisked up back to that air of epic fantasy and big rock atmosphere fit for festival headliners. Its hard to think this band were once controversial and attacked on the grounds of being "satanic" music. It just seems like harmless good fun and that's what I had with this record. Now being more accustom to Ronnie James Dio's voice it was very easy to step into "Dream Evil", led by his pioneering charge, followed by rocking instrumentals and a subtle layer of 80s synth.

Much of what I said on "The Last In Line" could be said of this album too. I find Dio slips neatly into the selfless level of enjoyment fit for festival fist pumping and joyous escapism. Powerful, dramatic and full of Heavy Metal thunder the group sound completely in sync with one another, the riffs and song structures revolving around Ronnie's mighty soaring vocals which will have you at their mercy, bobbing your head and singing along with every word through a great set of choruses.

Four years on the production is a touch clearer and generally better. The keys on this album feel under realized, when they crop up they add another dimension to the sound what wasn't explored enough. "Night People" has a foggy organ-like synth subtly enhancing the atmosphere. On "All The Fools Sailed Away" they suddenly, without prompt, jumps into the track with a jiving, vibrant Prog Rock homage lead solo. It gave these songs an edge that didn't return often enough but in all fairness didn't hold this one back from being another Heavy Metal classic.

Favorite Songs: Sunset Superman, All The Fools Sailed Away

Rating: 7/10

Dead Can Dance "Within The Realm Of A Dying Sun" (1987)

This may be the one, "my" Dead Can Dance record. So swiftly and immediately did it command my interest with mystical enchanted bells playing over a foggy and eerie choral synth that chimes in a moment later. It set the tone for an ancient, dark an deeply nostalgic experience of fantasy music with a similarity to the likes of Erang. In its first half this record borders on Dungeon Synth many years before its primitive inception in the 90s from the likes of Burzum and Mortiis. Unlike its predecessors the bands recreational element is yet to be developed and the visions and atmospheres here tell tales of the land of the dead and forgotten mysticism with a remarkable touch of color and vibrancy.

The records second is my favorite, a short and stunningly crafted piece to send your imagination soaring. Rhythmic synths echo the chimes of war as secretive strings expand and contract through a fog. More instruments chime in to add to the cryptic, mystical atmosphere and I feel as if I'm lost on the foggy moors of forgotten lands, safely observing a supernatural event. The rest of the record has a stronger human element through the sturdy, soft voice of Perry on the first half of the record and Gerrard's on the second, sounding as always like she is from another era of time.

Where the duo take two half's of the record there is a split that can be felt as the gears shift from fantasy to a strikingly dark and serious tones of remorse and suffering. On "Cantara" the mood is lifted with tribal rhythms and more stunning vocals from Gerrard. The other three create sorrowful, grave moods of funeral and loss with little respite for any melodic charm in the wake of heavy, burdening compositions that hold a great immediacy within the musics momentum. From the technical perspective this is a well produced collection of instruments for 1987. Its rigidity of timing may be noticeable but does little to dispel the magic that emanates through the speakers.

Favorite Song: Windfall

Rating: 8/10

Swans "Children Of God" (1987)

Swans are an American band from New York who were formed in 1982 by Michael Gira. Whenever I have heard this band mentioned, its always been in the highest of regards. Their early album covers gave me a Hardcore vibe, but after hearing them referred to as "Experimental Rock" I decided it was time to checkout this mysterious group that kept grabbing my attention. I picked out "Children Of God" for its intriguing album cover any vivid symbolism. I found myself entirely blown away on the first listen, I was overwhelmed but what I had just listened to, and struggled to make sense of it. "Experimental Rock" really threw me off the scent. There isn't an experiment at work here, but an absolute melodramatic theater of deity fear and wonder. What little "Rock" elements their are crop up in the occasional use of lightly distorted guitars, but the main concept here is the themes guided by Gira's deep, stagnant vocals that soar with a dark divinity. Theres a variety of accompaniments to the musical, but the most noticeable would be a Industrial style brought in though pounding drums and low, distorted guitars.

After a very powerful and moving first listen, I found myself struggling to make ends of what this record was all about. It feels obvious now, but it has taken me a long time to get my head around. "Children Of God" is a biblical, loathsome and tyrannical theatrical piece that turns an assumed concept that "God is love" and turns it on its head. God is hate, malice and spite, looking upon his creations with judgment and despise. "The sex in your soul will damn you to hell", repeated over and over, stuck deep in my mind. These are the words of a psychopathic being that creates us with instincts and desires it will judge and condemn us for with an eternal fury. Its a trip, through a bleak, despairing wash of inferiority and damnation. It feels like the songs take many forms and perspectives, of which I found "Blackmail" the most intriguing, with Jarobe on vocals, her soft, apparitional performance has a subtle illusion to it, queued by sorrowful pianos. The theme is of love, compassion and want, but the title and the subtleties give it a harrowing and malicious undertone I found to be a stroke of genius. Jarobe & Gira narrate this record exquisitely and guide us through unforgiving messianic scriptures that are truly enthralling.

Instrumentally these songs are very accommodating and theatrical, creating atmospheres to intensify Gira's preaches through pounding drums, droning guitars and eerie choirs. The album plays through on a ying yang approach, with each "heavy" track being followed by light, airy acoustic numbers, its surprisingly organic and seamless, the songs drift through intensities while maintaining the same God-fearing rapture. Production wise, it doesn't cross my mind until I write this now. The album sounds fantastic, capturing everything, leaving no room to second guess. Stunning album, a real journey, and one I initially felt was "too long". The harrowing experience isn't for every mood, and its length is testament to the quality of such a brilliant piece of music.

Favorite Tracks: New Mind, Sex God Sex, You're Not Real Girl, Blackmail, Children Of God

Rating: 8/10

Depeche Mode "Music For The Masses" (1987)

Taking off where "Black Celebration" left, Depeche mode's "Music For The Masses" takes a step towards a simpler, easier to digest format that sees much of the instrumentation focused around its main lead rather than the layered constructs of Black Celebration. This minimal and simpler approach is subtle by design but becomes apparent as repeated listens fail to invigorate the same energy and captivity the previous record had. Its a calmer beast by design, and my tendency to compare the two may hold back my enjoyment a little, but there is no doubt that this is a solid record that at no point has felt stale or mediocre at any point.

The calmer tone of this record is soothing, the compositions and arrangements pair well with lush sounding synthesized instruments and a soft, yet punchy kit. The subtlety of the less "grabbing" leads make for great enjoyment, but not the sort that comes to the forefront of you attention and fills you with awe, like "Stripped" and "Fly On The Windscreen". Thats whats disappointed me most about this record, the hooks and leads are less ambitious, and mostly remain in the quieter comfort zone this record muddles through without having any bigger or bolder moments, with one exception, "Strangelove" which genuinely sounds like a left over from the previous album, boasting a more upbeat energy and catchy hook.

What may lack between the two records is certainly not in identity, Depeche Mode very much sound the same band, retaining their colorful sound and moody undertone. Every listen has been enjoyable but theres rarely a moment that jumps out and grabs your attention, its a subtle experience, maybe more suitable to the background while working on other tasks. The album as a whole is decent, but a few slower, moody tracks towards the end are not always what I'm in the mood for when listening to this group.

Favorite Tracks: Never Let Me Down, Strangelove

Rating: 5/10