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Plastic Crimewave Sound – “Plastic Crimewave Sound”

Plastic Crimewave Sound

Somewhere shy of the live feedback outbursts of Quicksilver Messenger Service and The Grateful Dead, yet heavier, more demented and sludgier than The MC5 or The Stooges, lays Chicago’s Plastic Crimewave Sound.  Named after their vocalist, Plastic Crimewave, the crew draws from ’60′s garage punk psychedelia, the stoned-out desert mirages of Kyuss and Fu Manchu, the mid-80s thunder of Volcanosuns, the “Who gives a fuck if it’s been done before?” attitude of Roky and the 13th Floor Elevators and the polar opposites of Pink Floyd’s “Careful With That Axe, Eugene” and “The Nile Song.”

On their 2008 self-titled debut, Crimewave gives Ogre from Skinny Puppy a run for his money when employing his voice as a tool to inspire fear.  Obviously influenced by creepy, low-budget psychedelic horror films of the ’60s and ’70s, Crimewave isn’t afraid to rhyme “Planet Crushing” with “Peter Cushing,” and that does take some guts.  Many other chances are taken when Nick D’Vyne (credited with “Hot Lead Guitar”) opts to veer completely off-key on an explosive freak-out of a solo whenever possible.  The rhythm section of bassist Lux and drummer Skog Device maintains a constant rumbling beneath the oil projector spin and strobe light flash of the two guitarists.

With titles such as “(I Am) Planet Crushing,” “Dead Island Boogie,” “Shockwave Rider” and “Punched In The Face,” you have a pretty good idea of what sort of amped-up mayhem PCS is singing about.  The big exception is on the disc’s closer, the 17-plus minute “The Pasture.”  We’re ending with a loosely structured raga drone of feedback that’s altogether different from the thudding and croaking that we’d heard earlier.  PCS has already issued the follow-up to Plastic Crimewave Sound.  It’ll be interesting to see what other chemically charged influences the quartet references in the years to come.

- Mark Polzin

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Votum – “Time Must Have A Stop”

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Time Must Have A Stop is the debut CD from Polish prog-rock band Votum released through Progrock/SPV Records. Although the band has received some notice from various American and European metal publications, it’s very difficult to think of Votum’s music as purely metal.  True, guitarists Alek Salamonik and Adam Kaczmarek have a tendency to veer into a crunchier sound when given the opportunity and vocalist/lyricist Maciej Kosinski can sound a bit like Queensryche’s Geoff Tate, but Votum is aiming for variance of their sound on this record.  Keyboardist Zbigniew Szatkowski adds another dimension to the band’s music that prevents them from completely crossing over into metallic terrain. One good example of this is found on the track “The Pun.” Without Szatkowski’s influence, this would be one of the best tunes you’d never heard by the Scorpions (and I love the Scorpions’ work from the early ’80s on back).  The guitarists and rhythm section of bassist Bartek Turkowski and drummer Adam Lukaszek are constantly pushing to turn the song into a balls-out head-banging workout, but Szatkowski denies them.  Kosinski’s voice is all over the map like a young Klaus Meine’s. But on the disc’s third track,“Passing Scars,” Kosinski is also now pulling the band back away from the metal. The keyboards are adding sounds reminiscent of a string section and Kosinski’s voice is heavily altered by a variety of effects. Is it heavy? Yes. Is it metal? No.

The art design for the CD booklet is rather beautiful and makes me long for the heyday of vinyl.  Similarly, the lyrics are far more poetic than most anything else I’ve heard these days. For instance, the symbolism of the train on the song “Train Back Home” is something that’s seldom used with most hard rock bands and never used in combination with such lovely vocals to the effect gained by Votum. In addition, the 6/8 time signature used on “The Hunt Is On” will occasionally be heard on metal songs to give a galloping, driving feel to the piece.  Kosinski does sound like he’s singing at the other end of a long tunnel (another good metal trick), but the guitar strum at the beginning of the song and the breakdown in the middle reminds us more of Rush (not metal!) than Pantera (absolutely metal!).

But…then…comes…”Look At Me Now.” Kosinski is using an occasional bark, but never for more than a syllable. The guitars and drums sure want us to think this is a metal song, but there’s a section in the center where the music sounds more like a trip to another dimension and Kosinski is singing some sort of Eastern-influenced melody complete with high register harmonies.  OK, guys. You stumped me. Are you a metal band, or what? Well, whatever you call your music, it’s smart, artistic and contains very solid performances.

Votum’s biggest challenge will be in cracking into the American market and that’s only because Warsaw is a long way from Los Angeles. But anyone that enjoys a heavy end to their prog rock will definitely become a fan once they’ve heard Time Must Have A Stop.

- Mark Polzin

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Strange – “Souvenir Album”

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Shadoks Music has rescued yet another obscure recording for our enjoyment – Souvenir Album by Strange. The disc features eight songs proper and four segments of other tunes recorded from 1974 to 1978, and more than anything highlights the songwriting abilities of David Chamberlain, the band’s multi-instrumentalist and singer.

Even in their hometown of Olympia, Washington, Strange was far from a household name, and never really broke beyond playing local venues. By 1978, as Chamberlain was putting the material together for an actual album, Strange had disbanded. Still, Chamberlain waded through tapes of old material, committing the best bits to a master reel, and then handed them over to a gentleman named George Yantiss, “who had a small ‘record label’ in his home,” according to the liners. Yantiss “mastered” the tape and Chamberlain distributed copies for free to friends. Yantiss’ work will never be confused with the studio mastery of, say, Bob Ludwig or Alan Parsons, but the roughness around the edges gives Souvenir an odd grace, like the photos your parents took with an Instamatic camera.

The music ranges from early Pink Floyd to Jefferson Airplane to Neil Young and beyond. “Somebody” is a sorrowful ballad, that brings to mind Bill Fay and Nick Drake. Chamberlain’s guitar solo is masterful, an emotion-drenched line that tugs at the heart. Pianist Robert Rensel and bassist Carl Dexter add some lovely harmony vocals, as well. “The Ballad Of Hollis Spaceman” is a trippy number that brings together Syd Barrett and San Francisco rock, with a fantastic guitar workout from Chamberlain and Tom Hackett – these guys are players! “Four-Eyes” is Strange’s “Planet Caravan” replete with bongos and drippy electric piano notes. Rensel’s vocal on “A Faced Dream” is a treat, imbuing the tune with his clear and musical delivery. Drummer Rick Rackleff steps to the mic, as well, on his own ballad “Rick’s Song,” and proves more than able to take the lead. Although the sound quality isn’t great (it’s a copy of a copy) “Lies By Poetic License” is a stellar track, given a magical boost  by Rensel’s French horn. “Twelve Boats,” the sole Hackett composition here, is another minor-key laden tune that’s got more going on than is easily heard (it’s an audience recording), but it’s well worth some deep listening to hear it all. Chamberlain’s “The Last Song,” appropriately closes the record. This gorgeous lament sounds like a lost Procol Harum track and could have been a huge hit given some radio play. It would make a great addition to a soundtrack, too.

Strange’s Souvenir Album is one I’m glad to own, and makes me wish the band could go back in time and re-record these tunes on proper gear in a real studio. The songs and band members deserve that much, at least.

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Tuner – “Muut: Live In Estonia 2007″

Tuner \

Pat Mastelotto. Perhaps you aren’t familiar with his name, but trust me you’ve heard him play drums at least 100 times so far in your life.  Even if you weren’t aware that he was the other percussionist alongside Bill Bruford in the “double trio” lineup of King Crimson and onward, you’ve still heard him.  Maybe you’ve somehow dodged his spectacular studio work with XTC, Matthew Sweet, Scandal or The Sugarcubes, but you’ve still heard him.  Now ‘fess up!  You were listening to a lot of radio back in the ’80s and were tapping your toes to “Kyrie” or feigning pained emotion along with “Broken Wings,” both by Mr. Mister.  That was Pat Mastelotto laying down the beats.  Pat now hangs his hat in Austin, Texas, and is still crazy busy like he’s always been.  Amid the numerous studio commitments, live gigs and King Crimson projects, Mastelotto jams with a former student of Robert Fripp in a duo named Tuner.  The other half of Tuner is a German fellow named Markus Reuter.  His story is also interesting.

Reuter is a prolific composer and record producer whose instrument of choice is the Warr, or touch, guitar.  The Warr guitar looks somewhat like a guitar until you notice the width of the neck.  You can play the device with anywhere between seven and 15 strings, and it’s designed to be used in a two-handed tapping technique (much like fellow King Crimson player Tony Levin’s Chapman Stick), but it can also be picked and strummed like a standard electric guitar.  You can also load a Warr guitar with MIDI electronics to trigger synthesizer sounds while also playing the guitar.  Imagine Geddy Lee stomping on his Taurus pedals and throwing in some keyboard licks on his Oberheim while playing his bass and singing and you get the idea.  Only Reuter’s doing all of this at the same time with only one instrument. The Warr guitar is not a device for the weak and Reuter is a master. Put him together with a percussionist as talented as Mastelotto and you have the potential for some serious composition.

Tuner already had two studio albums behind them when they decided to take their show on the road in 2007.  In October, during three dates in Estonia (of all places), they recorded tracks that would evolve into Muut after some additional post-production treatments and digital editing.  All nine pieces on Muut are new compositions, either written for the live performances or created spontaneously.  The longest of these pieces is “Tied Into A Phrase,” which tops 13 minutes.  “Phrase” is dark and rich with varying textures.  Mastelotto’s scattershot fills shake up the persistent boom-boom-bap while Reuter is making the Warr snarl, summon bass sounds, produce a noodly yet clean melody line, whir like a helicopter and punctuate the mix with airy synth-guitar blasts. There are laws against two humans making this many sounds at once, but not in Estonia.  “Rocky Looks Like A Flower” sounds like there’s someone playing a video game just down the hall and around the corner from you. Then Mastelotto gets away from the sampled sounds of Bill Rieflin and Jerry Marotta to take command of the tune.  Reuter takes a back seat to him, or maybe more of a complimentary role, with use of his own percussive noises and the release of sampled voices.  The title cut, at over 11 minutes, is much more of a collaborative effort.  Mastelotto’s rhythm is primal and tribal, and Reuter pulls some new rabbits out of his hat.  He’s running a flute solo and burying an odd-timed metal riff underneath finger-popping upper and lower register notes.  It’s the soundtrack to a Spanish expedition to unconquered South America as they discover sacrificial altars atop a pyramid — just as the natives swarm in for the kill. At least that’s where my head went. I also lost my mind when trying to count the rhythm on “Viljandi Presidential Suite.” High school band class does not prepare us for this sort of mayhem.  Mastelotto and Reuter both finish us off as the drums become even more complex and Reuter bashes us across the forehead with a grinding, metallic eruption.

Tuner continues to produce instrumental music that is extremely visual in its impact. The best music, whether sung or voiceless seeks to accomplish what the duo achieve on Muut. This is a record for which the audience must set aside some time to devote to active listening.  The payoff comes through the pure virtuosity of the musicians.  Bravo for Tuner — the little side-project that could. Austin, Texas, and Germany can’t come together often enough for me.  Hopefully, I don’t have to buy a ticket to Estonia next time around.

- Mark Polzin

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Van Morrison – “The Healing Game”

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I blame myself. For more than a decade, I ignored Van Morrison’s The Healing Game, always tuning in instead to other albums such as No Guru, No Method, No Teacher, Veedon Fleece, Beautiful Vision and Back On Top. Let’s face it, Morrison is prolific, and keeping up with his catalog can be challenging. But challenges bring rewards, and I’m happy to discover this unheralded record so many years on.

The Healing Game is really a duet album, as Morrison’s vocals are echoed throughout by singer Brian Kennedy. This may turn some listeners off, but I like the mix of the voices and the atmosphere it creates. Top tunes include “Rough God Goes Riding,” “Waiting Game” and “Piper At The Gates Of Dawn,” but my favorite moment is near the end of the title track when Morrison unleashes a primal scream over the lyric “Sing a healing game!” Nobody does it like Van.

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Lord Sutch – “Lord Sutch and Heavy Friends”

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What’s not to love about Sundazed Music? Their re-release of recordings considered essential by collectors, yet out of print for decades, never ceases to astound. Their High Definition Vinyl output is especially impressive. Let’s give a listen to an infamous record that has been slagged by some critics and ignored by Atlantic Records nearly since its first release back in 1970 – Lord Sutch and Heavy Friends.  Sundazed knows the importance of this record and so should you.

Lord, or Screaming Lord, Sutch as he was alternately known had been gigging around the U.K. since the early ’60s. He was actually rather innovative in his stage show, having stolen the horror- show gimmickry from his namesake, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, and taken it to another level.  He had a bit of a reputation leading up to the recording of his debut full-length album as a political oddball and proponent of cutting-edge swinging London fashion (especially with his long hair and historical costuming).  Sutch had no trouble attracting quality musicians to his camp despite his acknowledged limited vocal abilities; even a young Ritchie Blackmore slung axe for Sutch before forming Deep Purple. Enter Jimmy Page, ever the studio rat even into his early success with Led Zeppelin, and an unholy partnership was formed. Page co-wrote several songs with Sutch and agreed to produce an album for him. With his own formidable musical connections, Page attracted Experience bassist Noel Redding, fellow guitar phenom Jeff Beck, piano wizard Nicky Hopkins and Page’s own regular drummer John Bonham to the studio for some fun. What came of the sessions was originally thought by the musicians to be demo recordings that would undergo more polishing before being unleashed on the public. Silly musicians! Cotillion released Lord Sutch and Heavy Friends following what Page considered to be the record’s completion and it faced an immediate denunciation from the musicians involved. Many music fans also disliked the result. The record, and Sutch to some degree, began a rapid descent into obscurity. I feel, however, that history has done wrong by Sutch, Page and the Heavy Friends. It’s an extremely listenable record with several quality performances. It deserves, and Sundazed was right on this of course, a closer listen some decades on.

As each song does not have individual credits, we are left to pick out unmistakable performances based on the style of the musicians involved. And it ain’t hard. Side one begins with “Wailing Sounds” and it may as well have been an unused Zeppelin track with Sutch instead of Plant on vocals. Page recycles riffs found on the first two Zeppelin albums and uses many of the guitar effects that he was known for early on. The opening riff sounds as if it’s stolen from “Helter Skelter,” but it’s all Page and Bonham after that. “’Cause I Love You” follows and is again featuring solos made famous by Page in Led Zeppelin, but has different studio musicians behind him. The song is a little sloppy, but the so were the first two Zeppelin records. Sutch has no ability to emote, but rather adds a bit of grit to a delivery that’s one step up from monotone.  We’ve heard a zillion tracks like this on Nuggets and Pebbles collections by garage bands throughout the world, and we love the stuff.  This is at least that good; one step below what Page had done elsewhere, but still quite good.  Side two’s “Union Jack Car” tells the true tale of Lord Sutch touring around in his Rolls Royce decked out in Britain’s emblem.  It’s a 4-bar blues, not unlike “Sweet Little Sixteen,” but hints at punk music as do several other songs on the album.  We learned to appreciate the vocal shortcomings of many punk singers over the years and I think we can easily do the same for Lord Sutch.  “Brightest Light” is one of the few songs not co-written by Page, but it brings new elements in background vocals and an organ.  Page, the producer is showing the innovation that he has been known for on this song.  If we had heard this track 20 years later as recorded by Pavement, we wouldn’t have flinched.  The record closes out with “Baby, Come Back,” which is sort of a maxed-out “You Really Got Me” kind of song.  Remember, Page played guitar on a lot of old Kinks’ singles, and he’s dredging it all up once more on this tune.  The proto-punk feel of the song and basic, guttural vocal delivery had been extremely influential on garage-psych punks and also, much later, heavy metal bands.  The listener gets to thinking that Page may actually have contributed to a style of music (punk) that eschews everything he’s known for (Zeppelin). Wild!

Check this record out; it’s an absolute hoot. Whether you’re curious about the character Sutch, interested in the various projects Jimmy Page has been involved in over the years, or as a document of what sorts of attempts were being made at popular British rock music back in 1970, you won’t be disappointed. And don’t forget to thank Sundazed for reproducing that spectacular album cover featuring Sutch and his Rolls. We no longer have squint to see Sutch’s sneer like we do when looking at the CD booklet.

- Mark Polzin

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Dickey Betts – Live at New York City’s Concert Hall, May 11, 2009

Dickey Betts

Legendary guitarist and songwriter Dickey Betts (of Allman Brothers Band, Great Southern and Dickey Betts Band fame) was captured on film by Arnie Goodman at a recent concert in New York City. Whether toting a Gibson Les Paul or Fender Stratocaster, Betts makes the guitar sing. Check out the nearly 100 images of Betts and bandmates tearing it up.

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Tony Joe White – “Deep Cuts”

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Every now and then an artist that’s been lurking around on the fringes of the music scene will step out of the shadows with a record that completely blows us away.  Tony Joe White is one of those artists, and Deep Cuts is one of those records.  Hipsters from back in the day will remember White from his 1969 monster hit “Polk Salad Annie.”  Since then, he’s been involved in all sorts of interesting projects, such as serving as the opening act on tours by Eric Clapton and Roger Waters, and writing and producing for Tina Turner, and has been given much love by fans throughout Europe.  White’s music has been slowly building a new following in America, and Deep Cuts might just be the record to bust everything wide open for him.

Although Tony’s never been one to shy away from incorporating many styles of music, including pop, funk and even disco, into his sound, his first love has always been for dark, Louisiana blues.  His son Jody is brought in as producer on Deep Cuts, released on Tony’s own Swamp Records, with a modern use of hip hop beats beneath new interpretations of Tony’s own favorites.  The set is kick-started with the nearly instrumental grinder, “Set The Hook.”  Recently used in the TV show CSI, the song is ready-made for a backdrop to some swampy mayhem.  White’s guitar has all the bite of a hungry gator and his blues harp and grumbly vocal fill set the scene perfectly.  By contrast, “As The Crow Flies” is a straightforward blues workout in a live band setting.  The funky backbeat approximates the hip hop rhythm of “Hook” as White’s guitar buzzes to heighten a sense of dread conveyed by his fantastic vocals.  A spectral, nearly invisible keyboard line contributes to the spook factor.

The longest of these Deep Cuts is White’s return visit to “Willie and Laura Mae Jones” where the stay lasts nearly seven minutes.  He’s using a variety of guitar sounds on a steamy gumbo of heavy drums, deep whispering voice, Hammond organ and clean leads.  The story is so captivating and the music so dense that we could easily stay engaged with White for another seventy minutes with no complaints.  At just a few seconds shy of the stay at the Jones’ place is “Soul Francisco,” which feels more much more like an epic.  White’s paean to the children “wearing beads and all kinds of funky clothes” comes complete with live and sampled beats, great use of cymbal crashes, an organ line that Rick Wright would have been proud of, a petite string section and an intentionally psychedelic guitar solo.  White sounds like Isaac Hayes in his very husky vocal delivery.  This song alone should be enough to qualify Tony and Jody for some Grammy nods.  The whole record isn’t just about darkness and mystery, however.  Tony serves up some “Homemade Ice Cream” with a brighter tone to his guitar and a happy, back porch harmonica with a side of strings on this instrumental piece.  It’s enough to keep us smiling as we break out the rock salt and fresh cream for an afternoon treat.

Deep Cuts is one of those works that drops out of the sky and has us asking where this dude’s been hiding for the last 40 years.  Now in his mid-60s, White is more full of life and ideas than ever before, and looking a bit like a haggard and world-wise Elvis.  I might have overlooked this gem collection, but I’m pleading with you not to make that mistake.  And after White gets done thanking his fans in Europe, Australia and New Zealand with some live appearances, you might want to go catch his stage show as well.  I can’t imagine that an artist this brilliant is only capable of delivering the goods when laying down tracks in the studio.

- Mark Polzin

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Nico – “The Marble Index”

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Eight songs that read more like German folk-tinged, experimental dirges than pop or rock music; such is Nico’s second solo record, 1969’s The Marble Index. With arrangements by her former Velvet Underground cohort John Cale and production by the enigmatic Frazier Mohawk, there have been few major label releases since that have cast commercial potential aside in pursuit of the artist’s skewed vision.  Elektra first took the chance by releasing the record four decades ago, but Sundazed has reissued the long out-of-print vinyl edition of this influential classic for renewed consideration. The record is not for those looking for something to tap your toes to or sing along with, but if you’re looking to trace the influence of Karlheinz Stockhausen on pop music or find one of the starting points for blending the gloom that would coalesce into latter day goth rock, The Marble Index is a “must have.”

Nico, fully influenced by the heroin that would contribute to her 15-year addiction, wove her joyless stories and adorned them in John Cale’s chaotic woodwind, string and accordion trappings. As a study of Cale’s genius, The Marble Index is also essential. It’s hard to come away from listening to the record without a sense bafflement or depression. In its disregard for the conventions of modern music, Index was better able to convey Nico’s disconnection with her world of acting, modeling and performing. That world left her empty and in search of greater meaning and truer emotion. The stark landscapes within Index might only have been hinted at if Cale and Mohawk had incorporated beats or traditional rock instrumentation. Instead, often rhythmically at odds with Nico’s poetry, Cale chose not to restrain his avant-garde tendencies and let his own dark demons out to perform as they will.

The Marble Index, then, is a vital element of a respectable record collection, not so much in its contribution to the body of important songs committed to tape, but more in its historic impact and as a document to what can be conceived by a unique artist and then crafted in the studio to give life to her nightmares.

- Mark Polzin

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Redemption – “Frozen In The Moment – Live In Atlanta” DVD review

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Redemption is a progressive metal band that was formed in Los Angeles in 2000 around the talents of guitarist Nick van Dyk. Despite lineup changes, the group has released three albums to great critical and audience acclaim.  Some significant fans are the members of Dream Theater, who invited Redemption to support them during their 2007 U.S. tour. The tour culminated in an appearance at the 8th annual Prog Power show in Atlanta, Georgia, in October 2007.  The short set of just over an hour is captured on Frozen In the Moment, an outstanding DVD released by the band’s current label Inside Out/SPV, which includes a CD with the same performance, a video for the song “Bleed Me Dry,” a tour diary set to a previously unreleased instrumental track, and a slew of outtakes showing that these very serious musicians also have a goofy side.

The set begins with “Threads,” the lead track from Redemption’s 2005 release The Fullness Of Time.  The song is a showcase for the entire band, especially the twin-harmony guitar attack of van Dyk and Bernie Versailles.  Vocalist Ray Alder (also of Fates Warning and Engine) is in fine form yet never becomes the center of attention during the group’s blitzkrieg of virtuosity.  Drummer and master of other kit-mounted percussion Chris Quirarte, is spectacular from the starting gun and never looks back throughout the performance.  Quirarte also handles harmony vocals as does van Dyk and keyboardist Greg Hosharian, giving another dimension to the band’s sound.

The bulk of the set features songs from Redemption’s latest CD, The Origins Of Ruin. Especially tight are the tunes “Bleed Me Dry” and “The Suffocating Silence.”  The bottom end on “Bleed,” courtesy of bassist Sean Andrews, is as complicated as the guitar parts and is demonstrative of the fact that each group member can hold his own when called upon.  Alder’s voice is more impassioned on the live version of “Bleed” than on the studio recording, while Hosharian’s solo gives a break to the guitarists and shows that this is a “metal” band seeking to pull in many sonic sources.  Watching van Dyk and Versailles hold the crazy melody of “Silence” together during Hosharian’s solo impresses me not so much in that they can play it so well, but more because they make it look so damn easy.  The ridiculously fast drumming at the song’s end only adds to my awe.

“Fall On You,” another cut from Ruin, tops out over nine minutes and begins with a quieter, more melodic moment before the menace of Andrews’ bass foretells of the heaviness to come.  The song’s lyrics are some of their best, telling of a separated pair that retains a bond throughout the darkness offered up by the world.  There are subtle tempo changes that pull the listener along through blinding solos from the guitarists and Hosharian.  The band dips back into Fullness to present the nearly 15 minute “Sapphire” as well.  This song is where the band adds the prog elements that led to their invitation to Atlanta that day.  Alder and the other vocalists are especially good during a rather lengthy piece without a second of drag.

Redemption was very energized during their 2007 tour, and they’ve rolled right into the recording of a new record due later in 2009.  Frozen In The Moment serves to whet the appetite for the band’s rapidly growing fan base and also demonstrates that their recordings are not at all the result of studio trickery.  This is a band that can perform extremely complicated music in a live setting such that their studio performances can sound somehow less perfect in comparison.  I’m anticipating that we’re in for a treat when Snowfall On Judgment Day hits the racks later this summer.  It’s likely that Redemption will be brandishing the magic displayed on tour while playing together better than on anything they’ve yet recorded.

- Mark Polzin

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