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Sunken Sun
Loss is the hardest thing to bear. Obviously when you lose someone, or even something, you're never the same again. You're not necessarily less or more, just different. In the here and now most people cope somehow. And as often as I've heard people say that if a great enough loss blackens their lives they'll fail to cope with it, when the time comes, their ability to cope surprises them. Truly, most people find ways to handle these changes without losing what's left of and in their lives. Some find comfort in recounting their losses; counting up the ways things could and should have been. Others replace a loss with something or someone else. A tiny few fail at all attempts to continue. They don't necessarily take their own lives, but they live them as if they're already dead. And then there are those special few who are able to write about it in ways that comfort, offering hope to those who can not imagine anything good resulting from their losses. Finding even one reason to go on is enough. That reason could be the one that Steve sings about in this song: - Find comfort in the knowledge that you will be given another chance, in another place and time, to love whoever and whatever you love or loved in your present life. Remembering your former lives is proof of that.
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This is hopeful sadness. Looking at the sunny side, sunken as it may be, is better than the alternative.
Steve's singing & more
Clearly you can hear how hard he tries to 'sing' on this one. He thinks about the process and about his breathing. He is deliberate in his attempts at undulant intonation. He strives to place his voice in just the right spot as he so very much wants to create the perfect conditions for seizing - ever so subtly - a smidgeon of vibrato. Every word is gauged by a 'bell' - sounded or muted. Its knelling measures each word's stride. A sad little guitar chimes alongside as the story is told. And a mellotron further shapes the sound by adding a still darker dimension via the lamenting opera singer. At around four minutes into the song a wailful guitar grieves some more before laying the song to rest.
This song will break your heart with some of the tenderest singing ever recorded. The melodies and instrumentation - with the exception of the counterfeit opera singer who shams the job (They should have used a real singer.) - will break it some more. It's really quite extraordinary. That said, what I'm about to say will be regarded as otiose and pedantic, but I'll say it anyway. A minor imperfection resides in the delivery of "anymore-or-or-or-or" and "for". Listen for yourself and see what I mean.
Dijanaxxxo
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Is it THE BEST CHURCH ALBUM EVER? No. Is it the worst, or even close? No! It's right up there with best and I think the best way to describe it is, it
rounds out the Church catalogue quite nicely while maintaining a high level of creativity and ingenuity. This album seeps into your mind, it doesn't grab
you. Cobalt Blue is a nice intro; it doens't grab you like others but it eventually makes a statement. Deadman's Hand combines the energy of Ricochet
with the suppressed yearning of June. (Even my six-year old randomly declared that "he loved this song" while driving in my car (not a
Saab)....we've come along way since the Wiggles toured N. America).....Pangeaea is the most underrated expression of genius of late. This is a great song.
I'm surprised to hear reviews to the contrary. Chuurch fans, Are we drifting apart? Happenstance, MWP b/v = genius. Space Saviour....first reaction ***
yawn*** assembly-line Church......but.....the intent is to set up Angel Street....OK, have to admit, when I first heard the intro I jumped up thinking my car
alarm had gone off....then I thought....No! this can't be, this isn't a song, for real I can't be hearing what I'm hearing....end result: the
best, if not THE BEST, Church track ever recorded, like nothing you've ever heard before....I kept waiting for nothing to happen and it did....!....an
explosion of detachment, solemn, sad, slow....beautiful outro........I listen to this over and over.....Sunken Sun is this album's Tranquility; then
Anchorage....images that claim semi-darnkness, quiet......not what I expected, this is the one song that grabs you in a pop-but-not-pop-way........leads into
Lunar...a bipolar backgroup requiem that changes tunes half-way through from Zamfir-on-the-pan-flute to Church in the backroon jamming. Operetta....just
beautiful with some Invisible-like inter-ludes/rruptions.......however you look at it, this is beautiful music.....you can hear the guitars pull back when
otherwise they might have let loose....you can hear the vocals jump out when otherwise they might have slid in (the "emerald haunt in ovedrives" have
been replaced by "she was so cute, oh, you should have seen Pluto") ....bottom line is, these guys are as good- no, better!- than anyone that's
currently out there or have ever been. Long live the Church ....we can only hope there's more to come.
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I agree with anyone who thinks Space Saviour is the weak link. I don't like it when SK gets too bluesy or starts to think he is groovy. It starts to sound like he is amusing himself in a candid moment and we just
don't quite get the joke. It's half fun - half annoying but essentially throwaway.
Pangaea is great if you disregard it as a single and don't try and look too deep into it as being a masterpiece, the lyrics are a pit too sparse and repetitive for that. The rest of the album is pretty cool and others will be able to describe it better than I can. |
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Cobalt Blue
Cobalt Blue - in 4/4 time - is a dark and menacing Space Rock song.
Structure
Analysis of Music & Instrumentation
The song fades in with the drums establishing the tempo. Soon after, beats 1 and 3 are accented by a strumming pattern on guitar. The chord progression is based off a tri-tone movement from B minor to F major (flat 5). This is a somewhat jazzy concept as tri-tones are frequently used in jazz music. There's plenty of modulation occurring with a shift in key centre, starting in one key (centre) and then changing to a new one. That is, starting in B minor and shifting to D flat, and so on. The bridge section [2:17] is composed of a chromatic melody - descending in semitones - which creates tension in the music, intensifying the existing darkness (to pitch-black). The guitar solo starts off unaccompanied closely following the chromatic keyboard melody from earlier on; therefore, still following the chromatic movement. A key centre is established again around F, going through a 1, 7, 6 style progression. With regard to scales, the dark sound is created by the use of the Aeolian/natural minor scale and diminished scale with some chromatic movement also present. There are three different progressions all up: verse, bridge and after bridge (solo) progressions. The drum beat is repetitive, mostly well measured but occasionally lags. Overall, the vocals are powerful and on key with some flatness at 2:00. Some interesting sounds throughout the (chromatic) bridge section are made by strumming the strings behind the nut of the guitar (which is the area on the headstock where the strings are going towards the tuning pegs, off the neck), creating a high harmonic sound similar to violin strings being plucked/picked. The bicycle bell is effective too! The guitar solo starts off using a monophonic texture, i.e. a single melody with no melodic accompaniment - just drums. The whammy bar is also used. The guitar solo is mostly pentatonic with some Aeolian at 2:57.
Interpretation of Lyrics
At face level this song is about the isolation and depression felt - whilst on tour - when travelling through, or stopping at, some of the unremarkable, blue and dreary, arid ghost towns in (California) America. Even if your "fortune's up" these places will rob you of your fortune's high (luck) and "lead it down". They're so depressing with their perpetual watchers waiting for the chance to mingle with you at, for instance, a motel bar. Up or down, right through, you want absolutely nothing…nothing…nothing to do with them. You just want to be left alone with your thoughts about your fortune and what not. You turn your head up (at them) and "let it all cocoon".
I can imagine these places would give you a co-bolt of the blues. How depressing. Small and claustrophobic like a telephone box. They're invasive, even incursive, picking you apart and trying to break into the chambers of the outside world that you have the keys to. They are persistent, though. They try to pick your locks, but they should "let it go" as there's nothing there that they could know.
At a deeper level, you say? Bluemin' hell, I don't know!
Dijanaxxxo
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no no no, this is not an interpretation of music. it's an analysis. and a pretty great one!
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Right you are, Mr. Finicky. I stand corrected - ta! And thank you for the praise, Stefan.
Dijanaxxxo
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i remember luxor's report from the ultc sessions, and while mixing "unified field", someone asked "can we make this more brutally pop"?
and that's how i see ULTC in retrospect - it's a shotgun pop record. there's a lot of strangeness and greatness going on, but someone's pulling
a gun and forcing the songs to be...pop. this time, the church went for "can we make this more brutally strange and great". they're heading for
utter beauty, beautiful strangeness and beautiful sadness without ever becoming Sgt. Kilbey's Mopey Art Rock Band. the duration keeps the songs so-so in
pop shape, but you can feel there's something going on inside, as if the songs sported cracks with something unknown glowing inside. it's got a
"uniforme" sound like you can say Heyday is defined by the Heyday sound, Seance by the Seance sound, Forget Yourself by the FY sound. In the end,
Uninvited sounded more like a collection than the antarctican Back With Two Beasts. You hear one second of U#23, and you know what to expect - deeply
resonating drone, soft-like-silk Takamine 12 strings. And deeply woven into the monolithic sounds, little escapisms, digressions and sideways to lose yourself
in. very sparse on the effects side - guitars will be guitars. sometimes they will become sea monsters for a few seconds, but in the end, U#23 is an addendum
to the Encyclopedia of Scary-but-Sublime Rock Guitar Timbres otherwise called "Priest=Aura".
I've always had my issues with Tim Powles' über-busy production ideas, another flange here, another electro drum there, yet another vocal filter, constantly getting between me and the music, but the man is restraining himself. Leaving lots of space to breathe. Giving every instrument a sphere of its own, and invisibly connecting them with a seriously sensitive, understated magic touch. Finally, you can hear pure love of sound and the air and silence between the sounds. and to keep U#23 from being lovely only we are granted scary sideways and sudden ambiguous changes of mood. Sunken Sun. Yes, you can see a fiery orange-black sundown before your very ears, just there are some scary-guitar-sounds-on-the-loose (who escaped from the closing part of "Chaos"), reminding you of the horror and size of a sinking sun. Dream pop with balls, if that makes sense. Robin Guthrie is waving from far away, screaming for help in the outbacks...Floating somewhere in the stratocryptodronesphere, but still deeply deeply anchored in the australian desert, or, in case of Happenstance, in the poignant, lovely, vanished veddy Olde English landscapes of Eddie Elgar's "Nimrod". Another impression stubbornly materializing is the ghost of George Harrison in his All-Things-Must-Pass heaven. Harrison is all over the album - Deadman Hands' guitar solo (one of the best they ever had, and it's apparently Tim playing!), that insistent, unstoppable, slowly thumping All Things Must Pass/Isn't it a pity - beat (later perverted by Jeff Lynne)...a propos drumming. TP was always a cymbal man (that's what makes him a jazz drummer sometimes), but here, he's going for hot and steamy thumping tom tom action. traditional means of a church intro - a storm slowly forming, a shape becoming visible after the sand storm's gone away, parts of a machine joining themselves, some sparse pencil strokes and suddenly a completely unexpected shape/being/world evolving before our very ears. hollow storm blowing through pyramid hallways, a defunct radio going mad, cheesy synth strings evolving into a large sci-fi war epic...sometimes it's music of the most simple shape....a hesitantly plucked fourth in destination, a fauve lava stream on sea line. here, it is a seemingly cheapo midi drum thumping being a seed, but it's growing quickly. seemingly random, a wild ride through the clock of keys is the harmonic base of what is arguably one of the top openers in the church's catalogue. they said goodbye to a main key. starting in c minor, they're tripping through the most distant harmonic relations. sometimes they choose to stay on one chord for a while, this may be a "center", but they're free to leave anytime. just giving a warm shit about harmonic rules and conventions. a main axis isn't established by convention and rules, but by decision. it's almost Schubertian with its constant oscillations between major and minor keys. huge background choirs, and in the end, something unexpectedly mysterious is happening - a small organ lick repeating, indescribably sad and lost, straddling joy and deathly fear, some few shivering notes masterfully painted into the picture. deadman's hands is the kind of song making you wonder why they ever condescended to record something like Easy, which in hindsight seems like a parody on Metropolis and Another Earth (it was dropped from the setlists mid-tour, remember...). it's a kind of more visceral Chromium, and a parallel universe version of Ricochet (as if they would have found the logical conclusions of that great beginning) - trademark one note chanting, 12 string guitar... all happening in the darkest darkness, hailstorms and rain. greg dulli would be envious - they're outguttertwinning the gutter twins here. immediate comfort in the cloud-hopping, golden, jangling Pangaea heaven. doesn't the contrast of "oh yeah, awlright" and "pangaea" maky you smile? it's like "1-2-3-4 hey ho, let's go to Lemuria"...Happenstance...place a minor chord after another minor chord, and the reviewer's kneejerk reaction will always be "european". the solo is the essence of peter koppes. i don't know, it must be him. slide guitar with e-bow. he is the brian eno of rock guitar...because there is something going on within the sound...it's vibrating, a very slight random phasing...or whatever there is in professor koppes' guitar wizardry box. a huge sound incorporating a hundred textures. Fantastic vocals by Marty Willson-Piper...it's like an afterthought to JF's Angela Carter... On Angel Street - a scary counterpart to Afterimage...piano/organ and Marty's acoustic guitar meeting again, this time not in the drugged hangover of Magician, but on a barren planet far far away...this is one of their most frightening songs on this side of could be anyone...Could be Anyone transports the immediate horror of a Lynch movie, while Angel Street goes for the subliminal and worse horror...because you just don't know what's actually taking you away...and no, that lovely spanish guitar only adds to the fear...would you try candy made on Solaris? There is Lunar, with its disturbing-while-sad-and-lovely flute intro...and yes, it's got three chords and the truth...though a very hopeless, desperate truth, with Kilbey's voice always on the verge of breaking (anyone spotted the quotation of some Earthed music?). no verse, no chorus, just a growing mantra...and then the song starts revolting against itself, ends with the flute again, as if the last breath would leave whomever... Space Saviour might be my last favourite song of the selection, but the hundred voices Kilbey's displaying here make it still great. Just imagine that rasputinous guitarist fervently banging the cymbals on this one. It's a not so distant relative of My Little Problem, crescendo- and simplicity-wise, but it's painted with dark bright colours...fiery red, orange, coarse green and black brush strokes... Operetta...you know i guess this is the best song they made in this century. when i first listened to operetta, i just fell from the earth. i became a silent observer of what was happening....grass growing, the galaxy orbiting, volcanoes erupting, little animals searching for shelter under their parents wings/paws...babies being born, a ladybug crawling on a leaf of grass, stars exploding on the other side of the universe. everything small and huge, microcosmos and macrocosmos suddenly uniting, blinding me by their anguishingly beautiful magnificence....hey, when did you have your last epiphany listening to pop music...and i don't do drugs! this song makes you feel fucking tiny. it's got that serene beauty of "moon and the sea", reinterpreted as a daylight piece (the australian stoner greatgrandchild of the Penny Lane trumpet comes over for a rendezvous). this is religious music, friends! SK indulging in lovely visions, Powles tribally thundering on the toms, pearly piano, Marty bassline circling like a thousand years of seasons, Koppes waving the wand, creating little exploding stars... this is what you will find in this record - simple, lapidary things like caress and consolation. for a couple of minutes, you will be remembered of the time you were a child. when the world was a scary, vast but infinitely exciting and adventurous place. thus somehow, Untitled#23 is The Church's Ingmar Bergman album...it's got the cracks and edges of a late work, it's expansive, stubbornly on its own, while being incredibly lovely and tender. in your head, the album's duration is much more than one hour. if you dig it, it will be with you forever.
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Damn it man, your review borders on human cruelty for us poor bastards waiting for the package to arrive in the mail. I can not freakin wait any longer to
hear this!!
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Hi Stefan
I really agree with you about Deadman's Hands...there is a lot of Dulli in that riff and what makes it great is that there is a Church riff shadowing it. ULTC...their pop album ?...its not exactly twee is it? Honestly in all my years on this planet it is the only Church album I never go back to. Then again I've got a mate here who thinks it was the dogs bollocks. He was a lot into AENT which makes me think really Church fans can be divided into 2 cateogories. the ones that are more into the pompous floyd grandiose sound...ie aent/ultc and the ones that like the more direct and experimental approach...ie fy/u23 |
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JEAN ZAMMIT wrote: I don't think it's that simple. While you could possibly put the church songs into two groups - the 'poppier'
stuff versus the progressive stuff - it's next to impossible to come to any real consensus as to where the former stops and latter begins.
It's too early to no just exactly where the new album will fit into the scheme of things. For now it is right up there because it flows so magnificently there is only one track that bothers me a little but that is more on principle than through any overt negative effect on the ears.
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The Cycle of Untitled #23
"Ring a-ring o'
roses
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"Ring around the rosy
How many rounds can you go?
Untitled #23 is a (keen) chronicle of the life of Life. A 'Life is Sacred', sacred to life album with its songs in 'cycle of life' sequence. Both (life and the album) are structured kinds of pilgrimages, passing chronologically from point to point; however, one is partly shaped by randomness, whereas the other is not. This is a highly contrived album - full stop
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118 posts and almost 118 reasons to have a crush on T.V. - -
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Thank you, Stefan. You're pretty crush-worthy as well. You compose and play your own music; and you can eloquently express your predilection for (other people's) great music. Plus your name's Steve. Actually you have quite a lot in common with you know who. You don't have a crush on him, too, do you?
Dijanaxxxo
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Deadman's Hand
The song is in 4/4 standard time in the key of B minor.
The main riff is based off the minor Aeolian scale with a descending pattern going from: 1 ([tonic note] B) - 5 (F#) - flat 7 (A) - 4 (E) - flat 6 (G) - flat 3 (D) - 5 again (F#) - 2 (C#) - 4 (E) - root (B). Then it reverses and ascends through the same pattern.
Straight after the intro the counterpoint melody occurs between two guitars: one playing a scalic style motif with slides while the other one plays an arpeggiated style motif. This concept continues throughout the verse and drops out to just the bass and arpeggio lines during the chorus. The main ostinato - played by the guitar and bass - almost swings with a triplet feel.
During the chorus section the bass switches to a straight 8 (semiquavers) feel to create more of a pulsing effect. The chorus, which is polyphonic in texture, particularly the third time it appears (2:31 - 2:51), is very dense (texturally) due to the superimposed instruments - namely, keyboards (with reverb); natural feedback harmonics from the guitar (heard in the distance); the thumping bass; driving drums, and the whispery style vocals with reverb - playing multiple melodies, therefore, creating a very full, ambient sound.
After that, all but the drums and guitar are silenced whilst the main ostinato is played again. This highly effective technique of easing the intensity in the music prepares the listener for the peak section of the track: the guitar solo section. Furthermore, it is in contrast to the texturally rich chorus beforehand, so it creates a feeling of suspense - the calm before the storm, leading into the climatic point, i.e., the GSS.
Pangaea
The song begins with a peaceful pulse on the organ, followed by a looming, scratchy guitar, playing lines in the background. Vocals enter soon after, progressing slowly and building texturally. A keyboard slowly fades in followed by chords being strummed on a very bright and ambient sounding acoustic guitar, intensifying the atmosphere. Volume swells on the guitar deliver a haunting cry similar somewhat to a violin weeping. The music is shaded further by the low growl of the bass, consoling - with its smooth and soft melody lines - the crying guitar. Finally the song almost becomes tribal with the sounds of a bongo playing distantly in the background with the swirling swish of the cymbals in the foreground, and a glassy sounding guitar delivering waves of sound (4:41) accompanied by a murmuring, dancing bass line.
An abstract on abstract music
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From Wikipedia:
"Salad days" is an idiomatic expression, referring to a youthful time, accompanied by the inexperience, enthusiasm, idealism, innocence, or indiscretion that one associates with a young person. More modern use, especially in the United States, refers to a person's heyday when somebody was at the peak of his/her abilities-not necessarily in that person's youth. The phrase was coined in Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra in 1606. In the speech at the end of Act One in which Cleopatra is regretting her youthful dalliances with Julius Caesar she says:
The term 'Salad days' is also used in Spandau Ballet's hit record 'Gold'. |
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5 out of 5 stars for the album in Australian Rolling Stone
I havent seen a physical copy of it but I hear it's in the June edition which should be out in May (like now). ps Djana and Stefan, i love reading both of your opinions - frank and poetic Can i just say how honoured I was to see my name in the thank yous. The little child in me was jumping up and down with excitement because Im still in awe of this band and the big child in me was blown away that it was on, what I consider to be, one of their best pieces of work ever AND it is also in the company of wonderful people, some of whom I've gotten to know through this wonderful band, this fab forum and the Seance mailing list.
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Spirit March wrote: You certainly deserve it, Sue! In fact, I think they should thank you on everything they put out!
KIABGOA
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Holly, you are in the thank yous too. I hope you have a copy of it by now, the digipak one.
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Ooops, should have posted this here.
untitled 23# is like an old vinyl release. Here is how I percieve it. I love the Church and this is possibly the best release of their 29 years as a band. The first side Cobalt Blue I thought of Painkiller in the first fifteen seconds but was transported with the guitar instantly. Beautiful, and enticing, an amazing opener. Sounding like a wet summer field with life exploding everywhere. The lyrics are subtle and Steve delivers them like it's what his throat grew for. Classic Church. If those bed-wetters, Coldplay, had this as their opening track with Eno producing, they'd still f*cking blow it 'cause they're useless. Here it sounds like essence, and already developed and written 500 years before delivery. The guitar bit towards at the three minute mark comes in tentatively in answered whispers, but then bursts with energy of cosmic proportions, coiled and sublime. Sounds like a glass plectrum springing through a valve, with shards splintering along the edge of each string scrape. Not only does it fill my head with light but it could still have been written in fifty years time. Dead Man's hand I don't know how to say this, but I think I've been there before. On the way to something, sometime, somewhere. When I listen to this I want to put my head back. It reminds me of the eternal cyclic nature of living. God, it sucks me in. A tapestry of guitar clusters with mesmerising lyrics keeping them focused in a blurring. Deeply enticing, and darkly real. The horrors of Iraq somehow form. More cowbell? Pangaea Sublime, and simple in its own complexity. A chance to open the curtains, throw the windows wide and let the sunlight flood in. The whole world compressed into one song. I wonder if when the world was young there was only land, no sea. The world has grown since then and the cracks filled with tears. We're still melting the ice. The strings melt me. Happenstance This is an incredibly mature song, in all senses. It sounds as though it could have been recorded any time in the last 40 years. Wonderful, and as deeply forlorn as a gale e-blowed through a winter forest. It's already one of my favourite Church songs ever. This whole album just seems to inhabit its own multi-verse and it is very difficult to consider comparisons. Space Saviour The Johnny Reggae style guitar intro gives no clue as to waves of pure joy to follow. If Spiritualized were as good as they once promised to be, this would be their greatest song ever. They say Jason Pierce has the dreamiest eyes in pop, Steve has the most piercing in eye popping dreams. An absolute stone cold classic that should be blasting out of every speaker everywhere worldwide. What the ---- are people thinking about? Sexy boots? Side two later On Angel Street A car horn repeats as if going off with a corpse leaning against it. The words arrive and they are frozen and hollow. More wind worn than even Happenstance, the cracks are appearing and bursting under the strain of regret. The backwards guitar signals the arrival of a squall, somewhere out beyond the mistral. One of the saddest and most beautiful songs ever conceived. Truly breathtaking. Sunken Sun The sun always seems more incandescent after a storm, much more butter-milked and honeyed. This sun is as bright as a thousand serpentine flares meandering around a star going nova. I feel renewed just listening to it. Anchorage One of the most infectious and hopeful tracks on the entire release, complete with a chorus that just weaves and twists through my head all day. This track alone is worth the cost of the entire disk. This track is discursive yet concise and a wonderful example of amazing song writing. Lunar A genuinely strange and elusive track, like a forgotten bottle of wine lost in a cellar somewhere, waiting to be consumed. The dramatic change midway is incredible, really majestic and sweeping. Operetta Without a doubt the finest closing song on a Church album ever and I'm including Summer from Forget Yourself here. When the trumpet arrived at 3:19 I felt like I was back in the summer of 68, and I seriously welled up like a balloon. All those years, tears and fears came through so clear. I could kiss each member of the band for bringing this music to life. What an amazing time the last few years been for Church fans. Best Church album……….period. Brian |
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