A través de las lentes de ojo de pez de
unos ojos bañados en lágrimas,
Apenas puedo definir la forma
de este momento en el tiempo,
Y lejos de volar alto en cielos claros y azules
Estoy descendiendo en espiral al agujero en el suelo donde me escondo...
Y si yo te muestro mi lado oscuro
¿Me abrazarás esta noche todavía?
Y si te abro mi corazón
Y te enseño mi lado débil...
¿Qué harías tú?
I don't know whose side I'm on
I don't think that I belong round here
If I left the stage would that be wrong?
I tried to find myself a better way
I got religion but I went astray
They took my money and I lost my faith
Rain keeps crawling down the glass
The good times never seem to last
Close your eyes and let the thought pass
I tried the capsule and I tried the smoke
I tried to aid escape like normal folk
But I never seemed to get the joke
These are my old clothes
This is a new low
This is my blood flow
This is my headstone
I spend my days with all my friends
They're the ones on who my life depends
I'm gonna miss them when the series ends
Rain keeps crawling down the glass
(Pull yourself together)
The good times never seem to last
(You know it's not so bad)
Close your eyes and let the thought pass
(Close your eyes and let it pass)
1. W Górę (9:16)
2. Pod Prąd (4:32)
3. Vitree (4:14)
4. Stars (6:37)
5. Pusty List (4:53)
6. Podróż Do Wtedy (6:25)
7. Szmaragdowo Intro (3:01)
8. Szmaragdowo (5:42)
9. Za Witrażem (9:20)
Total Time 54:00
Line-up / Musicians
- Marta Głowacka / vocals
- Marek Misiak / guitar
- Maciej Karczewski / keyboards
- Marcin Ozimek / keyboards
- Roman Kusy / bass
- Jerzy Misiak / drums
I'm trying to get some rest From all the unborn chicken voices in my head What's that? What's that?
When I am king, you will be first against the wall With your opinion which is of no consequence at all What's that? What's that?
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly Kicking, squealing Gucci little piggy You don't remember You don't remember Why don't you remember my name? Off with his head, man Off with his head, man Why don't you remember my name? I guess he does
Rain down, rain down Come on rain down on me From a great height From a great height, height Rain down, rain down Come on, rain down on me From a great height From a great height Rain down, rain down (that's it, sir, you're leaving, the crackle of pigskin) Come on rain down on me (the dust and the screaming, the yuppies networking) From a great height (the panic, the vomit, the panic, the vomit) God loves his childrean God loves his children, yeah
Que tal gente, este es el primer álbum de Pat Metheny junto a su banda, con la cual
creó un sonido único e inconfundible y, además, una banda de sonido
para mi adolescencia.
Lady Lake, from The Netherlands, present a pastoral, melodic, yet
complex progressive rock album. Acoustic guitar is the backbone to their
sound, and recalls early Genesis around Selling England By The Pound.
This ostensible light background is offset by plenty of psychedelic
guitar sequences, which are quite striking in this setting. Moog and
Fender Rhodes play a major role as well. Vocals are fortunately sparse
and ultimately unnecessary. The music never sits still too long, always
on the move, while surprisingly being able to maintain its melodic core.
My vote for best track would be 'Fading Trees' though 'Magic Twanger'
is a close second. Mirage era Camel is probably the most obvious
influence overall. More obscure references would include Hoelderlin
(Clowns and Clouds), M.L. Bongers Project, and Ivory.
As mentioned below, the CD also contains newly recorded material from
1997 that was originally composed from 1979-1982. Not surprisingly, the
music has a similar compositional quality to the original No Pictures
album. Of course, the guitar here is more "90s pig squeal" and less "70s
psychedelic" which is a pity. The aural landscape is more broad brush,
with less finely pointed detail. But still a fine effort, and shows the
band hasn't lost touch with their ambitious progressive background.
Camel clearly remains their main influence on these tracks. From here,
they were to continue and actually improve on their next proper release
Supercleandreammachine (2005).
The CD (the second cover photo) is outstanding. It features wonderful
sound, a complete history of the band with unique photos and insights.
Perhaps even better, the CD contains a completely new album's worth of
material recorded in 1997, and could easily be considered two albums on
one CD. Musiphyle is a sub-label of none other than Musea. Not sure why
the different designation, though it may have something to do with the
new album being included with the reissue.
Tracks:
01. Cornwall — 5:40
02. Magic Twanger — 8:10
03. Fading Trees — 7:17
04. You Make Me Feel So Fine — 5:24
05. No More Gentle Treatment — 2:42
06. Between Bremen And Hamburg: Part 1 — 3:18
07. Between Bremen And Hamburg: Part 2 — 4:16
08. Between Bremen And Hamburg: Part 3 — 4:56
Bonus (1997):
09. Must Have Been More Than… — 5:56
10. H.P. & H.P. — 4:52
11. Falling Stars Don’t Scream — 4:23
12. Do The Dubbe — 4:32
13. 22 cm With Dentures — 5:45
14. Reshoot — 5:32
BAND:
Fred Rosenkamp — electric & acoustic guitar (01-08), guitar (09-14)
Stanley Dijkhuis — vocals (01-08)
Eddy Bakker — bass (01-08)
Leendert Korstanje — keyboards (01-14)
Joop Van Leeuwen — drums & percussion (01-08)
Jan Dubbe — drums (09-14)
Galaxy from Bremen were not rediscovered until the late 1990s and are
relatively unknown among collectors, which is no surprise as their only
LP 'Visions' of 1978 (SST / PR 020978) had a circulation of only 500
copies. Even during their 'lifetime' they led a lonely wallflower
existence in their hometown with just about 10 to 15 gigs. This is
totally unjustified as their record is more than just good and sheer
pleasure for the listener, except for the rather silly 'Consequences'.
Certain Hawkwind quotations and a touch of art rock are the ingredients
of a harmonious achievement. The lyrics are mostly taken from the world
of science fiction, which explains the name of the band, the LP title
and the cover artwork, a sort of alienated Milky Way. The fact that a
band from Oberursel (LP / CD: 'Nature's clear well') has the same name,
is purely co-incidental.
Tracks:
01. Ladies in the Wind
02. Morning of the Magicians Part One
03. Supermarket
04. Consequences
05. Visions
06. Excerpts “Time” Part Two
07. Warrior of the Endless Time
08. Atomic Flight
The music here is post-prog, according to the band, but I would label it
more as post-rock with some Floydian elements. It is quite emotional
and climatic, almost to a fault, though.
Soaring, elongated guitars are
the primary means of communication here, along with some great drumming
and atmospheric keys.
The album is rather spacey at times, and driving
and purposeful in others. So, the performances are great, and the sound is solid. However, I find
that this album lacks some of the depth and personality of the last
release, unfortunately.
Every song seems to climax the same way, giving
a monotonous feeling throughout the album.
The instrumentals are well
composed and performed, but nothing all that exciting happens, outside
of a few moments here and there. Some of the tracks seem rather
disposable completely.
Genre: Progressive/Psychedelic/Space RockCountry: France (Paris)Year: 2017Playtime: 00:41:16 Tracklist:
01. Isolation 07:50
02. Memorial 06:10
03. Ashes To Ashes 05:49
04. Under A Black Sky 02:00
05. Absolom 05:58
06. Cosmic Dust 09:56
07. Left Behind 03:31
Fresh experimental rock and neo-soul vibes fused with modern prog, jazz, and a dose of electronic chaos.
At
once aurally expansive, visually seductive, and cleverly compelling,
“It’s Been A Pleasure” fuses together experimental rock and fresh
neo-soul vibes with modern prog, jazz, and a dose of electronic chaos,
yielding an impressive debut album from Mirage. Based
out of Gainesville, Florida, Mirage formed in late 2016 and have been
quickly captivating audiences with an extremely high-energy live show,
seamlessly winding between bright, powerful melodies and dark, menacing
grooves. The synergy found from each members’ influence on Mirage’s
sound is a true testament to Gainesville’s beautifully diverse musical
ecosystem…
Brains on a brick wall When gender bombs they fall The sordid way her loaded phrases infiltrate your skull
The images are strong Impulses are strong And logic will break your heart forever Be brave
Massive suicide dreams The feel warm and long The girl will school you The girl will...
Could this be the gaining force Of ten loves in a row Drunken sunday evenings Will just be innuendos
Massive suicide dreams That feel warm and long The girl will school you The girl will school you The girl will screw you The girl will screw you The girl will school you The girl will screw you The girl will screw you The girl will screw you
1. Eve Of The Assault / Merryland (6:52) 2. The Acrobat Between The Stars (6:15) 3. Palce Of King Ferris (3:32) 4. Tyrangatang (4:59) 5. Dance Of The Tarantella (3:40) 6. Tournament Of Love (4:29) 7. March Of The Squatamaudars (2:41) 8. A Day Without Light (4:57) 9. The Wonderful Sunshiner / Grand Finale (5:31) 10. Tyrangatang (1994 remix) (4:58)
Total Time: 47:54
Musicians
- Rick Bess / guitars, bass, music - Blair Blake / hammond organ, grand piano, mini moog synthesizer, moog taurus bass pedals, arp string ensemble, celeste, lyrics - Dave Kelly / drums, typani, orchestra bells, gongs, triangles, gyro - Mark Biehl / vocalist, flute, trumpet, piccolo
At the top of the stairs, There's hundreds of people, Running around to all the doors. They try to find, find themselves an audience; Their deductions need applause.
The rich man stands in front of me, The poor man behind my back. They believe they can control the game, But the juggler holds another pack.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman, You can judge by his eyes, Take a look if you can, He'll smile through his guard, Survival trains hard. I'd rather trust a man who Works with his hands, He looks at you once, You know he understands, Don't need any shield, When you're out in the field.
But down here, I'm so alone with my fear, With everything that I hear. And every single door, that I've walked through Brings me back, back here again, I've got to find my own way.
The priest and the magician, Singing all the chants that they have ever heard; And they're all calling out my name, Even academics, searching printed word. My father to the left of me, My mother to the right, Like everyone else they're pointing, But nowhere feels quite right. And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found, There's no need to sell if You're homeward bound. If I choose a side, He won't take me for a ride.
Back inside This chamber of so many doors, I've nowhere, nowhere to hide. I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me, Find a door That doesn't lead me back again take me away.
When Drakkar Nowhere rows itself out toward the exploratory sonic sea
upon which their debut album so gracefully sails, it’s not just that
their destination is undefined; it’s that the very concept of a
destination, as reflected in their music, is itself something
indefinable. Drakkar Nowhere capture the wind in their sails with a
sound that’s boundless, expansive and, perhaps, guided only by the light
of the sun and stars.
That Drakkar Nowhere ended up somewhere at all is itself more a result
of circumstance than careful course-charting. The history of the album
traces back to the summer of 2012, when Daniel Collás (Phenomenal
Handclap Band) and Morgan Phalen (Favored Nations, Diamond Nights) found
themselves creating new music in the kitchen of a rented apartment in
Stockholm, Sweden. Their new project caught the ears of nearby
musicians, including members of Dungen and The Amazing, and before long,
this extended family of international musicians were recording the
songs that would firmly put them on the path to nowhere – Drakkar
Nowhere, that is.
Both Collás and Phalen took inspiration from their Swedish surroundings –
in particular, the enchanted forests that surround the neighborhoods of
Bagarmossen and Midsommarkransen. And given the talents and histories
of the collaborating musicians, it’s no surprise that the ever-evolving
shadow of what we might broadly call Swedish psychedelia should perfume
the proceedings as well. Collás and Phelan also took the recordings to
New York and Los Angeles, where new surroundings and influences could
intertwine into the musical flora and fauna. When in LA, the band even
got a hero of theirs, unsung 70s singer-songwriter Ned Doheny, on board
for “Higher Now.” Some light was recently shed on Doheny’s music from
the 70s when Numero Group released the Doheny compilation Separate
Oceans a couple years back. To those who have discovered his fantastic
body of work, his warm, breezy Malibu vocals are instantly recognizable
on “Higher Now.”
One thing is surprising – and what makes the Drakkar Nowhere album one
that benefits from repeat listens – is how unobtrusive all of these
influences are on the album’s ultimate sound. Drakkar Nowhere present a
combination of influences – cosmic jazz, syrupy soul and mutated prog
among them – in such an effortless manner that they don’t really feel
like “influences” at all. As a result, Drakkar Nowhere have built an
album that may have listeners ears recalling the crystalline harmonies
of the Brothers Gibb more often than it does Träd, Gräs and Stenar.
No destination, no influences – just nowhere. And in the hands of Drakkar Nowhere, it’s clearly the place to be. – Ryan Muldoon.