EPILOG

Sweden deserves 5 stars. The land of eternal nights and vikings who looks like Rupert in Survivo. I'm fond of many swedish products such as Volvo, Ikea and Ingwie Malmsteen (a cross between J-S Bach and David Lee Roth). But, this record only, gave me the strenght to trespass in the dark side of prog...the 90's. I know, in my profile I desrcribe myself as a prog-purist and it's true. But Anglagard is a terrible exception. Why? A lot has been said but this record is a step back in 1973. So fresh and convicing, Anglagard is a proof of a vintage sound mixed with today's production. It's simply THE record of the year for me, as a new discovery (and I bought a ton of gems this year). It starts with a lot of flute and yesterday's keyboards such as the mellotron (which why this album sounds sometimes like Nursery Cryme). Who cares it sounds like Genesis? The Fountain of Samalacis is a great song, and to be true, Epilog sounds a tad (okay, a lot) like it. But what really blows me away is again the homogenic gather of many influences and the huge mental trip it provides. A good appreciation of this starts with A LOT OF IMAGINATION. To me, Epilog is starts with a quiet walk in an autumn forest and then, wham! Things starts to creep out of the woods. Maidens walking on water, elvens running through the woods on unknown missions, young children dancing in circles in a rain of white, silky petals. But also, black clouds and storms that projects a rain of dead leaves in the air, fights of warriors without fear, stylished vampire hunters on a cloudy night in search of preys, airships tearing the sky on a pursue of treasures ... and whatever music brings up spontainously in your head. From furious rushes to calm flutes, your appetite of lushious musicianship is fulfilled. But, many listens must be done get the full taste of this impressive banquet. Gentlemen, dinner is served.