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Guilt and the Independent Artistby Clayton WalnumGuilt can be a wonderful thing. Guilt stops us from stealing money from children. Guilt makes us pay our taxes (well, some of them, anyway). Guilt makes us call Mom at least once a month. As for your truly, guilt stops me from stomping on those little elf-like creatures that pee all over the kitchen floor. Or maybe it’s just time for my meds. More apropos to this column -- as well as to this writer -- is the way guilt forces one to stop procrastinating. In my case, said procrastination involves everything from completing my daily writing tasks to lifting my ass off the couch. I’m also talking about that huge pile of CDs-for-review that have taken over the living room, the den, and the bathroom, the latter location where a prog soundtrack always seems to make for good company. And I mean that only in the most respectable way! Seriously, though, I receive few CDs for review. Most of my CDs I purchase with hard-earned cash. I do, however, occasionally receive a package from an independent band or record label who, for some bizarre reason, wants to see my opinion of their work in the pages of this glorious Web site. (Yeah, it’s a mystery to me, too.) The trouble with receiving occasional review CDs is that, when you procrastinate, you (that is “me”) build up quite a library of unreviewed independent CDs, many of which are actually worth reviewing. As I gazed at this stack of CDs, I began to think. I wondered how many there actually were and whether, if I stacked them just right, I could put together a way-cool fort. As my mind wandered further and procrastination took stronger hold, I wondered how long it would take me to convince both Jessica Simpson and my wife to join me in an old-fashioned threesome. (Intensive calculations put the timeline at roughly 134.67 lifetimes, plus a couple of hours to gather the implements and heat the rubbing oil.) I then moved on to more important matters. Specifically, I wondered how I was going to give each of these CDs their due. I decided that I needed to find a common element. And that, dear readers, is exactly what I did. I realized that the greatest common element is that all the CDs are … made of plastic! After pondering advanced jewel-case construction theory for about two hours, it came to me that maybe plastic isn’t all that interesting. I then decided that the common element is that all these independent artists are dying to get their CDs not only into the hands of reviewers, but also into the hands of anyone who will appreciate their musical efforts. And then it hit me! A pepperoni pizza would really hit the spot right now! Finally, I settled down to listening to the CDs, considering along the way whether someone besides the artists’ mothers would want to hear them. As I worked, I noticed one thing these CDs did not have in common: the professionalism with which each band presented itself. That is, some CDs came in professionally designed and printed jewel cases, accompanied by glossy photos, whereas others “featured” hand-labeled CD-Rs packed in paper envelopes and accompanied by photocopies of photos of backyard cookouts. The fact is that a CD’s reviewer is going to treat a submission with the same amount of respect that the artist seems to have for himself. If the artist doesn’t care enough, and isn’t proud enough of his work, to produce a reasonably nice package, why should the reviewer care? Yes, I know that not everyone can afford to spend thousands of dollars for CD production and press kits. However, any artist that’s serious about his music has to be willing to make a reasonable investment in his product. These days, companies on the Internet can take your tracks and turn them into a respectable CD for very little cost, only a couple of dollars for each unit, in any volume you want. You do end up with a CD-R, sure, but at least it’s a CD-R with a printed label and a jewel box with printed booklet and rear card. All you have to do is upload your tracks and artwork (and pay the bill, of course). So, as I listened to the aforementioned stack of independent CDs, I decided that I’d review not just the music, but also the packaging. Every CD that follows gets a score in each of five categories: Songwriting, Performance, Vocals, Recording Quality, and Packaging. The scores are from 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest. Any 11s you find are no doubt due to those damn elves. Songwriting: 6
Songwriting: 8
Big Big Train - Gathering Speed Vocals: 8
[See also Duncan's , RIPZ's and Davide's reviews -ed.] Rock Star Scientist - Rock Star Scientist Vocals: n/a
Drum &: Bass Society - Volume 1 Vocals: n/a
Songwriting: 8
That’ll have to do it for this time around. I’ve got quite a few other CDs to cover, but my ears are ringing and my craving for pepperoni pizza has returned. We’ll pick up this discussion in the next installment of The Prog Life. But before my ears cut out completely, let’s listen to… Clay’s CDs in RotationI’ve been spinning a lot of CDs lately, what with trying to catch up with the aforementioned independent releases. I’ve also managed, though, to spend time with a couple of higher budget releases. So, if you’re dying to know what’s grabbed my fancy (hey, you never know), here are two goodies:
The rest of the band comprises Rasmus Nora on Bass, Taneli Kiljunen on Guitar, Joiku Harmaja also on Guitar, Carl Sjöblom on Keyboards, and Snake Laitinen on Drums. These fellas pull together a powerhouse act that must be awesome live. All in all, no single musician stands out, all being competent players who don’t feel a need to show off. Most guitar solos are of the melodic variety, rather than improvisational, and are never overplayed. When the music cuts loose, though, there’s no doubt that these musicians can hold their own on any stage. A few bonafide proggy moments pop up, such as some bits in the tracks “Gothamburg” and “The Blue Lady Suite.” “Break-A-Neck,” on the other hand, could have been included on a Pantera album, what with its crashing guitar and nearly death-metal vocal growls. Truth be told, between the stadium metal, prog metal, thrash metal, and power ballads, I’m not sure that TOC knows what kind of band they want to be, but somehow the whole thing hangs together. One last note: Outside of “Stairway to Heaven,” “Smoke on the Water” has to be one of the most overplayed songs of all time. (Add to that my having to play it in cover bands a 1,000 times, and I thought I’d never tolerate hearing it again.). But TOC’s cover of this Deep Purple classic has to be heard to believed -- a blistering remake that you better not play in your car stereo unless you want a speeding ticket. Score: 4/5 See also Duncan's, Marcel's and Steph's reviews -ed.
The guitar playing throughout is reminiscent of Steve Hackett, as are the keyboards. (The closing section of the first track, “Sacred Sound,” would fit perfectly on a Genesis album. The same can be said for various other moments on the album.) Peter Nicholls’s pleasant vocals whisper through the dark moments, before soaring with gorgeous melodies. Melody has always been one of IQ’s strongest suits, and Dark Matter’s wonderful songs are no exception. Besides Nicholls, the rest of the band -- Paul Cook (Drums), Mike Holmes (Guitars and keyboards), John Jowitt (Bass guitar and bass pedals), and Martin Orford (Keyboards and backing vocals) -- return to keep whole the usual roster of players. Together they prove that IQ is still one of the top purveyors of so-called neo-prog. I’ll be playing this one a lot. Score: 5/5 [See also Bobo's, Duncan's, Keith's, Eric's, and Marcel's reviews -ed.] In Closing…
Until next time, send me your proggy thoughts via email at cwalnum@claytonwalnum.com, and be sure to visit www.claytonwalnum.com while you’re at it. Most importantly, keep on proggin’! |