HAIR IN A G-STRING (UNFINISHED BUT SWEET)

Colin Tench, that progressive rock artisan who has sufficient strength to season it with sounds distant to the genre, releases a forceful and elaborate work baptized from the beginning as a progressive music album. And it is not entirely false, but not true either. It is true that the structure presents itself to us as a concept of elaborate music, which is not missing, nor lacking, the progressive foundations that the British musician residing in a world of Vikings dominates in such a particular way; but it is also true that, despite being structured as a concept album, Colin's emotional and intimate element has slipped through at breakneck speed for a rich record of nuances that plummets, with that retro sound that only Colin seems to dominate, into an end product that not only pays homage to Pink Floyd or Genesis, but also to the Beatles or ELO, and to a large extent Santana, to name a few of the influences that feed Tench's musical soul. And it's that the exquisite set of progressive music of this incomplete but sweet 'Hair in a G-String' (note the irony referred to Bach), feeds itself, as interludes, on compositions as personal as the mastery of its composer. In this album, I repeat, we can attend a stage filled with an imagery of elaborate music, reminiscent of his other personal project, Corvus Stone, but we can also place ourselves before the naked soul of the artist full of references to the classics, to television tunes, to the Beatles, to Chicano sounds, to orchestral movements, to the intimacy of his life and his personal experience, definitely. A father and his son, neither more nor less. An excellent Music exercise, with capital letters, that wraps the listener from beginning to end and that has nothing to do with the cited project, in group format, which is Corvus Stone. We are facing the compositional crowning moment of an artisan whose craft is imagination and melody. We are facing the personal revelation of a musician who lives by and for the music and who does not care, at all, to undress metaphorically before a listener who will appreciate the enormous effort of a work born from the heart. A work cared for with great care and executed, apart from the huge cast of musicians whose talent is dispersed throughout this great album, with the delicacy, professionalism and energy of someone who knows what he wants. We are presencing, in a rationed but firm way, the consolidation of one of the musical and progressive pillars of the 21st century. Colin Tench is that friendly and effective mainstay of a genre that cries out for a regeneration that isn't lacking details and essences that enrich it once and for all. Colin Tench in the seventies would be a consecrated musician today, but the best of all is that we can be witnesses of this confirmation in these dangerous times for a progressive genre that, more and more, shows lack of emotion, technique and feeling. From the darkness of self-production and the underground emerges an increasingly powerful light that announces, like this 'Hair in a G-String', a new future full of hope, a horizon of events that will drag us towards the primitive and true condition of the progressive genre. Colin Tench is one of those flag bearers. The reason is simple: he is a musician with soul.