Theres something about this album that reminds me of Priest = Aura. Same kind of dark brooding guitar atmospherics.

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And therein lies the tale. You've probably heard of Piano Magic, you may even own one or some of their albums, but the chances are you don't have this. Here's why. They're signed to a Spanish label (I think every one of their albums has been released on a different label, mainman Glen Johnson's prediliction for working with different people on each release seems to include labels and distributors and not just musicians) who for some reason aren't able to get their records distributed very well in the UK. The only reason I have a copy of this, their best album yet, is that I play with guitarist Franck Alba in another band. But fear not, fate hath intervened in timely fashion. They've just signed a distribution deal with One Little Indian and hopefully it won't just be friends of the band who get to hear The Troubled Sleep Of Piano Magic.

As for the album itself, it's ever so slightly more immediately accessible than their previous efforts (read some reviews of some of their other albums, particularly Writers Without Homes for some background), but the songs still retain the mysterious, dark, often brooding beauty of their earlier work. There's no doubt that it's Johnson's band, but the addition of Alba in 2002 has added a degree of stability to what are often remarkably fragile songs. Take the standout track here, Speed the Road Rush the Lights, it's a 7-minute journey from darkness to light, from swirling, maelstromic guitar noise to delicate brushstrokes and back again. It's not a typical Piano Magic song, but paradoxically it typifies them. I think Johnson would be rather pleased with that. Mainstays Alasdair Steer, Jerome Tchernayan and Angele David-Guillou make stunning contributions to tracks like Saint Marie (which is the lead track from a new EP out in February that features Low's Alan Sparholt on vocals on a remarkably Doorsy, swampy, bluesy track) and The End of a Dark Tired Year so there's a familiarity about the overall sound of the album, although yet again Piano Magic have evolved (or more likely devolved) from the sparser predecessor, Writers Without Homes. And the cover is superb, too. First you'll see a map. Then ... no, I won't spoil it. Just buy it when you eventually find and you'll see for yourself. Four star-shaped stars.