After the prog/metal band’s bestselling album, 2009’s The Incident, Porcupine Tree went on hiatus with rumors that the English outfit was done forever. Recorded in secret, Closure/Continuation is the group’s
Released a half-century ago now, the third album by Wishbone Ash, Argus (4/28/72) is by far the British band’s most commercially and critically acclaimed album. Much more importantly, however, at
Since the release of Yes’ last album in 2014 Heaven and Earth, quite a lot has changed with the iconic prog band – mainly the passing of bassist Chris Squire
Noctourniquet is undoubtedly the most accessible Mars Volta album yet, one that replaces the overreaching bloat of their last two or three titles with the most DIY display of prog-rock dazzle since Adrian Belew toured with Talking Heads. If The Bedlam in Goliath was their Tormato, then consider this excellent outing to be their 90125. And I mean that in the best possible way.
As the frontman and main songwriter of Yes, Jon Anderson has simply changed music forever—at least, he's changed the landscape of music that tries to break ground, music that strives to explore ideas not bound to the confines of popular radio. Unfortunately, the last few years have been somewhat unkind to Anderson.
About 800 of Porcupine Tree's darkly dressed advocates converged on Amos' Southend in Charlotte for the first ever "PT" show in North Carolina's largest city. An interesting mix of 40-somethings, dudes in Pink Floyd and Rush t-shirts, everyday hard rockers, the occasional punker or metalhead, and eager underage kids populated the venue, and the musical diversity represented by their conversations and apparel was right in line with the current sound of Porcupine Tree.
Although the band’s Latin influences are curiously subdued on the album, The Bedlam in Goliath is a hauntingly rich adventure.
When Primus played, they were tight, if not as powerful or spacious as in past outings, but with the ambivalence or possible anger being displayed from one of the quirkiest front men in the business, I think it is safe too say that it was an off night for the group who ironically usually just Sucks!
One of Umphrey’s most impressive feats is their uncanny ability to take that cheesy 80’s “soaring eagle” guitar tone you loved back in high school, and actually make it cool again.
Ten Silver Drops is a leaner effort than Nowhere, with an evidence of staying power, which none of us Machines freaks ever doubted. More importantly, Ten Silver Dropsis just frayed enough to suggest the trio is still just warming up, and their magnum opus may still await.
