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I get really picky with live albums especially when I have the ingrained feel of the studio
album firmly implanted in my memory banks and the concert setting is not as proficient.
Certainly masterpieces like Porcupine Tree's Coma Divine, Grobschnitt's Solar Musick,
Hawkwind's Space Ritual and Wishbone Ash's Live Dates are not always a common
occurrence (even in our techno-not-so- perfect world). In RPWL's case, this massive live
memento provides the platform to showcase a darker, more elusive mood, knowing that
they could have easily opted for a more sterile (read= more accessible) sound. There is an
underlying grit as they polish off extended versions of their repertoire (early Floydian
stylistics with latter Eloy-like flourishes) and it works! It remains my favorite RPWL album
and by far. The recently penned "Sleep" is harder-edged than the glossy studio version,
same as with the follow up "Start the Fire" which launches forward with a hoarser vocal
from Yogi Lang and hence, rocks more convincingly , kissed off by a rousing organ solo
ramming through the theme . "Who Do You Think We Are" is their rather clever wordplay on
being a PF cover band, complete with an outright Waters melody/chorus that would make
the wall crumble in shame, growling bass forward and massed vocals combining to give
Kalle Wallner's guitar to roam a tad in the finest "bones by the fire" tradition. "Day on My
Pillow" is remolded into an undemanding procession that shows off the truer ambitions of
modern psychedelia, paying homage to the past yet keeping it simple with a puerile melody
that one can hum to, if needed. Some organ, guitar twanging in the background, peeling off
a countrified solo that is quite amazing, really! A "looking better in your wardrobe" nod to
Genesis does this piece proud. "Roses" is a masterful progressive pop song that features
Ray Wilson (who sang the studio version as well!) and in the livelier setting, this one really
blows like a gale storm in the South Atlantic, with the entire band kicking it up a notch while
Wilson smokes the microphone with a howling vocal delivery that trembles with
authenticity. Can't help humming along to this one, guv! Wallner unleashes his fingers with
impassioned restraint, preferring the solemn rhythm and then exploding in ecstasy. A
highlight reel track, to be sure. To add even more oomphian bravado, Wilson stays on to
sing "Not about Us" , one of the better tracks off the much-maligned Calling All Stations
album, a confident take on a sublime melody with valuable and meaningful lyrics , certainly
far from a standard twice-licked pop candy. "The Gentle Art of Swimming" is a track off
the "Opel" album and suggests a deeper dirge that gives Wallner, drummer Mueller and
keyboardist Jehle some breathing room to roam into swirling sonic realms, whistling
synths leading the cavalry charge and combine with the guitar attack to seek out new
dimensions. There is a Manfred Mann-like synth torture that is quite breathtaking and when
Lang bellows again, this one really gets quite exciting. The copious applause only seals
the deal. "Wasted Land" resorts to more hymn-like choruses, something like a proggier U2,
what with that chugging guitar and relentless pounding plowing mercilessly ahead. Love
that rolling bass and another colossal synthian delight! Ach, du! "Crazy Lane" as the title
implies is straight out of the Floyd kitchen, more of a tribute meddling song that anything
else and it does even proclaim otherwise. Honest and fragile, when do you get lyrics
like "Don't give up because love will find a way" in your daily prog ration? "Trying to Kiss the
Sun" ends up side one, not one of my fave tracks anyway. The second CD shows the band
in complete control with the great "World Through My Eyes", a glassy, wuthering epic that
resonates deeply within the moodier realms of psychedelia that conjures up images and
sounds of deep galactic travels, the synthesizer adventure is inspired pushed along by
rousing organ in true psych tradition. The guitar spotlight is spellbinding, slowly twirling in
apparent frenzy, Wallner intensifying his sustained fury with a deft "maitrise". This is pure
genius that I can only applaud even though I am not IN the audience. Then we plunge into
the overt Floydian section, first an early Syd Barrett classic "Opel", complete with that
brooding madcap laugh and bruising playing by all, the early Gilmour-era and masterfully
expressed and outright jewel "Cymbaline", a clamorous 15 minute travelogue and finally,
my all-time second fave PF song a seven minute version of "Welcome to the Machine" (First
being "the Great Gig", for those who are curious!). Nearly 23 minutes of pure bliss that
would make Waters drool and contact his barristers! What a momentous ride, worth the
price of the album alone! Sit back and let it glide??.. On the first , when bassist Chris
Postl winks at the organ, the mood dives into the Hendrixian assaults of Herr Wallner,
careening, wrenching, thrashing and howling like some untamed Comanche mustang, this
you got to hear folks, Phew!!!!!! Incredible and intense. This is what Space/Psych is all
about, kids, just a modern exam played by modern students of an old, underappreciated
Floyd classic. The final six string sortie is psyche blowing. Machine is very married and
virtuous towards the original, a tad harsher perhaps which gives it a doom-laden feel as
opposed to the studio original's glossy sheen. "I Don't Know" is a catchy shorter piece a
brief reprieve before the final hurrah, the epic and signature farewell " Hole in the Sky", their
finest piece off their debut disc containing a majestic main theme, a graceful vocal and a
scintillating guitar-infested chorus and a standout track on its own. A bonus unreleased full
version studio track is the cherry on the cake, "New Stars are Born" is a 12 minute romp
that has all the usual suspects firmly in place, slowly blooming into another psychedelic
journey into the deeper regions of the universe. As masterful as the previously named live
juggernauts, perhaps not, but close. 4 lit matches
tszirmay |4/5 |
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