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HACKBERRYHackberryHeavy Prog4.38 | 36 ratings |
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![]() The onslaught detonates with a 17 minute + tectonic epic (that is my definition of confidence and courage) where the interaction between the musicians is presented with brute precision and vibrant determination, and once the initial tempo is in motion, the interwoven axes conspire mightily as riffs and licks combine to set the stage for a curling cobra bass line to lead the rhythm into overdrive. First overt observation: these guys can play along the very best out there, where inspiration meets method, with complete mastery of mood, drive, and atmosphere. The technical fans will admire the chops and the passionate ones slain by the killer manipulation of the melodies. The moody mid-section even dares to venture into silent lucidity, surely a decoy snare to entrap the unsuspecting listener, coercing them into submission with another powerful sound rampage that takes musical adventure to another level, aided by loads of detailed electronic musings from Hidskes. Very striking sonic penetration. The mercifully shorter "Miraggio" takes one initially to the other extreme, an elegant and solitary piano solo that exudes classicist tendencies that soothe the senses, before it plummets into a provisional flourishing guitar assault, decelerating into a fleeting lead guitar flurry and then, booting up to a turbo-charged fury. Just like a Saharan mirage, is the blurry image real or imagined? Water, water. The agony of hope for salvation is expressed by colossal choir mellotron dunes. The segue onto "Aboard" is like a last second impromptu caravan of deliverance, a sweltering journey under torrid conditions, sandstorm guitar stings prickling the skin like a million needles. Swirling eddies of dynamic sound urges the dramatic venture forward, reaching nearly hysteria and pandemonium. The finale is their classic initial piece "Desert Orchid", a 13-minute master stroke of mood and effect, as an arid guitar interplay sets the oppressive tone, then ramping up the intensity with effortless glide, swerving straight into the wilderness of where zero vegetation can grow. The quest for that lonely floral exception is the exhilarating ride the band takes us on, ferried by a masterful synthesized e-piano in the background, recalling Zep's No Quarter. Bonardi's guitar crisses, as De Boer's crosses, the two gunslingers in perfect harmony with each other and devoted to accomplishing the mission at all costs. Hetfield/Hammett (Metallica) move over, Powell/Wisefield (Wishbone Ash) sit down. These two are top notch aces. I as a rule, am not always fond of endless shredding because it can be so darn predictable at times but I found the opposite here, as its always perfectly dosed and mathematically diverse. The finale, as they eventually find the lone blossom in the barren expanse, is one of unrestricted jubilation. The silence at the conclusion is deafening. What a sensational debut album! This tape will self destruct in 5 seconds. Good luck Jim! The Breathing Space file is being cleared by M, should be arriving soon. The secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. 5 Crypto currants
tszirmay |
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