PAREIDOLIVING

T alias Thomas THIELEN releases his 8th album! After SCYTHE he embarked on long concept albums playing all the instruments! Melancholy hovering ambient prog, similarities with PORCUPINE TREE for the long developments, GAZPACHO for the flights, SAVIOR MACHINE for the linked sung titles. Voice à la Hogarth, à Bowie and a unique and captivating experience; to listen to before trying to own it to avoid forgetting the substantial musical marrow. T releases his albums to listen to them, appreciate them, immerse himself in them with delight and progression, to get lost in them and fall into pareidolia, an imaginative spatial space without concession.

'The Same Old Everything' direct attack after soft intro on the voice of Thomas aerial, crystalline, eyeing that of Hogarth; sensitivity, charm, poise; the voice is present in every corner of this long piece, 6 of the 8 titles over the 10 minutes for contemplative convolutions; remembering what the SAVIOR MACHINE did in a more violent style with an omnipresent voice which also starts with the warm voice of the late David BOWIE; the guitar solo is well in the neo prog movement at ROTHERY, the finale on a musical opera worthy of 'The Wall', in short superb lamentative and airy title, oxymoron if there is one. 'The Light at the End of the Light' continues on a dark and meditative tune, mineral spleen combined with a cascading harmony, the 6-string guitar solo in the middle takes the title further as its name suggests; a title lacking in contrast until the instrumental Marillionesque finale that is worth its weight and a sound filled with cotton to fall asleep in reverie! 'How Not to Speak' for the echoing ethereal piano interlude; simple, organic, back-phrased voice effective to launch 'The Idiot's Prayer' radio title short edit, declination where the Hogarthan voice blends ideally with the instruments, much better than in a Marillion the height; finale in distressing echo leading to spiritual musical elevation.

'The Scars of the Sky' attacks the first of 4 long tracks and bis repetita for a dark, oppressive declination, an underlay, a musical ersatz with the framework centered on Thomas and his voice; the heavy guitar break seduces then it starts again like a wave crashing on the pebbles inexorably; it's beautiful and repetitive, it's energetic and discordant with this aggressive bass and this drums which never cease to put you in a trance until the voice leaves in a frenzied way, like a wave of 'Carmina' appears, then 'Behind This Pale Face' always chained, to see in concert just for that; a long dreamlike crescendo that harkens back to the Hogarth era, nervous title favoring even more the trance because yes you understood it Thomas uses his voice like an instrument, like a gladiator's sword in the firmament of the attack of the beasts in the 'arena. 'A Relevant Lovesong' just for this Rotheryian solo which is currently missing in the last opuses of the said Marillion; a nervous space à la Banks, a cozy atmosphere, an electro time during the intimate break and always this sound between spleen and staggering emotion; the title that ends up melting the last recalcitrant in view of the plaintive final crescendo superior to a 'Brave'. 'Tell the Neighbors We're Fine' ends pompously, grandiloquently and spleenically; a dreamlike crescendical rise with voice-over, echoing choirs, the vibrating, fleshy, velvety six-string; a point his voice reminiscent of Bowie sends me on the progressive drifts of the Secret Machines precisely; sung prog where the voice blends into the notes, what more could you ask for? T has passed his entrance exam; it remains in its melodic framework while adding vibrations, a universe, a unique musical concept; he transcends the sound of his instruments and his voice to make new-neo-prog engendering emotion at its height, art rock quite simply, almost unthinkable coming from a single man. So yes it may seem repetitive but it is above all evolutionary. T it is tormidable and rare in this year.