WHEN AGE HAS DONE ITS DUTY

1. Into This World waking up, heartbeat, yes it smells like floyds; a dark, melancholy air, a deadly ballad in a battlefield; a surprising riff, the velvety synth, an exchange of rock, prog, musical mystery; the atmosphere between latency and circumspection; mid-course and the angelic break with choir and crystalline piano to amplify the emotion; a little BOWIE, a little LOU REED, latency again before the enjoyable solo guitar explosion which sets off on a very good metal prog, the kind that will send shivers down your spine; dark finale, the circle is done, 2. Blacksmith's Hammer acoustic guitar, pronounced vocals, languorous choirs, a solemn rise, yes we are in the theme with the ravages of time. A ballad that smells of BARCLAY JAMES HARVEST with a southern slide guitar, take a swing of the hammer and we move on to 3. On Which We Stand with the triangle instead; gentle melody with a warm church organ; a slow, syrupy rhyme which winds up gently but surely, which is worth its Gilmourian final solo at the start, more tormented later, on PENDRAGON 4. Bakelite Switch begins funfair in the distance; a dog, cries not the kettle of water, a similar piece with long rise and a warm organ making the sauce rise even more; acoustic arpeggio break before the countdown and a new strident guitar solo from Luke reminiscent of ANATHEMA, immense; go have a party and

5. Memory Lost yet another awakening, the passing of time, the ravages of time on our body, what could be more logical; it's Huw who sings, a hint of the late John WETTON on a tune that is all too well known by KING CRIMSON; between emotion and sensitivity; a piece where emotion flows and which makes everything stop 6. When Age Has Done Its Duty for the eponymous title, wandering a cappella with Steve on vocals then a rise, yes the sound arises, more melodic with final explosion of the guitar solo which is really the centerpiece of this group at least on this album; the contemplative finale with ringing, sound in the distance, 7. White Light Awaits beep beep of a cardio machine, things are racing, the end is near; a space synth à la Jean Michel JARRE hits our mind; it goes up, a nasty, not to say hard, riff starts, it continues to go up, yes Lee is having fun and I like it even more; yes easy but the much hoped for hard-prog association allowed this idyllic sound, half demon, half musical angel; cover yourself the wind is coming 8. Dog On The Clee as finale, supporting bell; intimate ballad with monolithic keyboard, acoustic guitar, a tune that echoes and which rests with so many emotions at the end of a busy hour.