FOR YOU THE OLD WOMEN

If only all the one-shot US prog bands were as good as the Italian's one shot bands, oh well...onto the review. The album starts off with an almost three minute Canterbury freak out. My favorite part of the album. There are time signature changes up the wazoo, but with absolutely no melody to latch onto, so subtract a star. Singing is minimal, but when he sings it's mainly caterwauling of the worst type, almost comical...sorry guy. Only when the singing is taken down a bit like in the beginning of 'Number Six' or towards the end of 'For Four' do you not cringe or reach for the volume control; subtract another star. Lyricaly, it's horse hockey...with lines like: "I'll only believe you when your hairs on fire; Written in blood, the newfound Messiah" RUBBISH! Another star subtracted. Granted, they use many instruments and play their arses off, they're from New Jersey (my home state) and they're having some fun, but once the CDs over I don't remember one bit of it. Even the worse albums of YES, GENESIS, TULL and others have something to latch onto. But I hate to say that this one hasn't a single thing that grabs me. Masterpiece? Others think so. I definately don't. For US prog from the golden days, give me Happy The Man, Kansas, Hands and Yezda Erfa anyday. 2.5 stars!