GRAND TOUR
Neo-Prog • United Kingdom
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Grand Tour hail from Glascow, Scotland and we shouldn't accuse anyone if talking about them as being Comedy of Errors in disguise, with all members having served or still serving the nearby Neo Prog veterans. The band was formed in 2005 by Abel Ganz'es Hew Montgomery, at a time he was feeling the Ganzes; new direction was not his preference and wanted to start a new project, of which he would have full responsibilty. He joined forces with local guitarist Andrew Young and the two were joined in 2007 by Comedy of Errors' former frontman Joe Cairney, who had been inactive for a long time. The following year Young brought along drummer Bruce Levick, whom he met through the internet. The band's first few serious compositions started to surface, but in 2010 Young left Grand Tour and was replaced by Mark Spalding, another veteran of the Comedy of Errors family. In the meantime both Levick and Montgomery had joined CoE, apparently both projects are running in parallel lines since 2010. In 2015 the band produced the first work ''Heavy on the Beach'', no wonder, if you love CoE and classic British Neo Prog, then Grand Tour should be a must-have for your collection.
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Grand Tour Neo-Prog
Review by
BrufordFreak
Collaborator Honorary Collaborator

3.5 stars rated down for lack of originality.
Grand Tour Neo-Prog
Review by Progrussia

Grand Tour Neo-Prog
Review by javajeff

Grand Tour Neo-Prog
Review by jmeadow

This is a dark and, indeed, potentially chilling subject for a record, but while this is a serious and at times melancholy album, it is also surprisingly uplifting. That uplift owes a lot to the musical skills on display herein - the album consists of eight full-length neo-prog tracks that nicely combine guitars and synths overlaid with a brilliant emotive vocal performance. Fans of Comedy of Errors will recognise and enjoy the musical style. The lyrics deal with adult themes of loss, regret and dreams unrealised made all the more prescient by the quickly impending end facing the characters.
While the threat of nuclear destruction may seem more distant than in the Cold War era when the book and film were made, this is nevertheless a brilliant meditation on the lives of men and women fated to die in a conflict not of their making or their choosing - as one of the characters in the film says: 'It's unfair because I didn't do anything and no one I knew did anything'.
Highly recommended.
Grand Tour Neo-Prog
Review by
tszirmay
Special Collaborator Honorary Collaborator

To thrust this to the uppermost level, we also have a real good story that is personally close to my heart, focusing on one of Hollywood's finest movies ever, "On the Beach", a doomsday 1959 flick that was the equal to other classics of the era like "Failsafe", "Seven Days in May", "Colossus, the Forbin Project" and the famous black comedy one, "Dr Strangelove". The cast composed of the cool Gregory Peck, the always weird Anthony Perkins, Fred Astaire and the suitably frazzled Ava Gardner (spectacular performance as a drunken milf) and dealt with charming subject of global nuclear annihilation, except for Australia. There is this one scene that is particularly haunting, as the US navy sub commanded by Peck picks up a Morse code message of gibberish from California and quoting Wikipedia "Near San Diego, the ship's communications officer, in a radiation and oxygen suit, is sent ashore to a power station. He discovers the mysterious signal is the result of a tilted Coca- Cola bottle having been suspended by its neck with an open window's shade pull cord; the shade then fluttering from random ocean breezes and the suspended bottle's weight tapping out random signals on a "live" telegraph key. Using proper Morse code, the officer sends a message describing the situation and then returns to the sub". I have cherished this passage ever since I saw this as a youngster, at a time when nuclear war looked inevitable and ducking under a school table was the suggested option for survival. Hew has decided in our trying times, to remind this apathetic society that the danger is even greater now than when only a few leaders had access to the ICBM inventory, while as today, too many nutcases may blow our planet sideways! This is one of those occasional recordings that require the listener to shadow the lyrics booklet and submerse themselves into the grim topic matter.
The sweeping choir enters the stage, with piano and synths in tow , followed up by the glittering electric guitar introducing "It's Come to This", as Joe spins his sad tale, a hopeless realization that the end is upon us, fueled entirely by humanity's worst fears and tendencies. We perhaps tend to forget that the Cold War is not over, only the main actors have changed (Putin, Kim Jong-un, Obama, Khameini), a terrible newbie showing up for a cameo role (Isis) and buckets of apathy, from a society that has seemingly lost its consciousness. Rock music once used to be highly political (Country Joe & the Fish, U2, R.E.M., Dylan), so it's certainly nice to see a prog band dealing less with sci-fi fantasy and more with current reality, even if it has doomsday-like tendencies. Let us be reminded that Hiroshima and Nagasaki was before most of us were even born, a tragedy that just might repeat itself one day, if we are not careful or at the very least aware.
The core of the album is the 2 part "The Grand Tour" suite , the first 8 minute + section setting the table , while the longer second part ends the disc with a 14 minute explosion. The urgency and despair are vehiculated by the dire lyrics, the screeching guitar work, the reverberating bass and the tectonic drumming, while the synths yearn to be considered as some kind of desperate alarm/siren to the deaf and blind. The axe work is suitable twirling in intensity, the pulse frantic and urgent, with Montgomery piloting his Enola Gay keyboard arsenal towards the inevitable.
"Time Runs Out" qualifies as a gloomy title par excellence and the pace is appropriately evil with gargantuan waves of choir mellotron, slippery organ work and a sense of foreboding, 'a place in my nightmares' as a grieving Cairney intones , a glorious melody that will feel very familiar (a hint of "Hold out your Hand" by Chris Squire)and a subsequent development that is classic neo/symphonic as 'the rockets fly, and the sun burns out in a mushroom cloud' , not exactly sugary love songs about teenage pleasure, I assure you.
This new world order promised us "The Horn of Plenty" and instead gave us more despondency than ever before, a 'connected' global society that constantly maintains the 'maybe', communication tools that rely on poor quality text messaging and even worse orthography, as no one answers their phones anymore. This brave new world is far from heroic, encouraging primitive idiocy in order to justify the newfangled form of control the masses sheepishly endorse, reignite the millenary conflict between religions and sects. This realization is brought home by the intense lyrics and the purposeful arrangements, a coalescence of brooding power and melancholic despondence that is impossible to ignore.
My favorite track is the instrumental "Little Boy and Fat Man", the rather odious nicknames for the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs respectively, as the booming bass leads the orchestra in retelling the tragic days in 1945 that ended the war. The argument that it saved many million more casualties (experts agree that expected Allied losses in invasion were in the 1.5 million range and the Japanese were willing to die 'en masse' for their emperor) serves notice that there is nothing humans can do better than hurt each other willingly, individually or collectively. Mark Spalding unleashes and unlatches a series of spellbinding and explosive guitar solos that match the synthesized artillery to perfection.
The epic "On the Radio" is a plea for discovering any leftover sounds of life (the coke bottle scene comes to mind), scouring the airwaves in a desperate search for surviving clusters of humanity. The mood is convincingly sardonic, a mixture of symphonic holocaust and lyrical introspection that again fits nicely into the package, the last remaining link left in a radiated world of silence. The survivors will be jealous of the incinerated dead, to quote Nikita Khrushchev. The visuals can be quite arresting, as the listener is sitting on a desolate beach, the once blue sky fiery red, no communication with no one, wondering why, waiting for the end, in some kind of prostrate finality.
The title track is another elongated affair, maintaining the subject matter on trajectory, traced by satellite beacons and rows of computerized target algorithms, 'desperate souls standing next to me', Hew flirting with his armada of analog synthesizers urging a sense of impending hopelessness, various contrasts as they switch from one screen to another in the command center buried deep in some mountain range (upon reflection, a music studio can resemble a missile launch control center, all that blinking equipment serving the operator). Cairney's voice now slips into a finalization of what is to happen in the End as he closes his eyes and sings : 'the party is almost over on the beach' and ' no one left alive on the beach' repeated ad infinitum.
"The Grand Tour" part 2 puts the final touches (The final countdown) on the perfect isolation that results from human stupidity, 'an industry of madness' that recalls Eisenhower's chilling farewell speech, an incredibly intrepid and courageous act coming from a 5 star general, unveiling the term 'industrial-military complex' and placing it at the forefront of our dangers ( I urge everyone to look it up on youtube!). The music fits the atmosphere, Spalding unwrapping a slide guitar barrage that is completely awe-inspiring, as all involved provide the sonic background for the implicit message, a trait that is still a rarefied commodity in our material world.
I generally refrain from giving the highest marks for a debut album but there should always be exceptions, as this slow burning, effervescent, thought provoking and existential recording needs to be properly addressed and disseminated to all the blind sheep out there, before we accidently or willingly blow ourselves to kingdom come. Certainly music food for thought and one of 2015's finest releases so far. Hey, you get music, history, current affairs and art, all wrapped in one!
5 nuclear footballs
Grand Tour Neo-Prog
Review by PH
