|
| Individual
Album Reviews :: K
|
Eric Kampman - The Well (2002)
Eric Kampman's first album The
Well is another example of the stringent DIY-ethic so prevalent
in the progressive rock underground. Unfortunately, the
track record for these types of one man, basement composed albums
has generally been hit-or-miss, to say the least. Let me preface
this review by stating out front that the style presented here
is not entirely to my liking. Kampman's music can be easily
described as sitting squarely in the neo-progressive mold, with
comparisons to the likes of Marilion and Pendragon easy to make.
A one man project in this style will always going to be
a dicey proposition for me personally.
That said, Kampman
surprised me on this one. Unlike many of his contemporaries
in the field, he manages to succeed on a number of fronts; adept
songwriting, musicianship and arrangements, along with a pleasant
melodic feel, give the album a compositional sense of purpose
sorely lacking in most similarly styled projects. On the
other hand, the record falls into a number of common pitfalls.
The drum machines and bombastic digital keys, complete
with trumpet patches for full neo fanfare effect, will make
fans of the organic '70s sound' cower in abject terror. While
not a drummer, apparently, Kampman certainly shows his ability
for keyboards and vocals, both of which are performed here with
unexpected professionalism. While I can gripe all I want
about the 'sound' of the record, in the end it comes down to
the songs themselves, and fans of the neo-progressive style
will likely find Kampman's dark, emotive compositions appealing
on some level. Unabashedly treading ground already well
traveled, Kampman seems perpetually at risk of falling into
the abyss of unforgivable "prog" cliché, but manages
to keep his head above water for the majority of the album.
A decent first effort in spite of some obvious flaws,
which will hopefully be ironed out in the future. - Greg
Northrup [February 2002]
Click
Here for Tracklist and Lineup Info
Kansas
- Masque (1975)
Kansas have never
been given the credit they deserve by most of the progressive
rock contingent. Dismissed as another AOR band like Journey,
Styx and REO Speedwagon, Kansas are frequently given flak for
being too lightweight or “poppy”. I wonder if those critics
have ever given any of their early albums a chance; true, "Dust
in the Wind" and "Carry on Wayward Son" are overplayed classic
rock staples, but delve into the albums themselves, and one
will find not only straightforward boogie rock, but symphonic
progressive music that is nearly as complex as any of Yes’ material.
Masque
is the band's third album and certainly one of their finest.
Lyrically, it's a somewhat dark album, but the music is absolutely
invigorating. A pair of short rock numbers open the album,
"It Takes a Woman’s Love" sounds more like Grand Funk Railroad
than Kansas but it is a good track. Progheads will probably
hate it! "Two Cents Worth" is a funky song fronted by
electric piano, violin and Steve Walsh’s soaring voice.
The lyrics are a fairly grim ode to depression and provide a
strange contrast to the music. Icarus (Borne on Wings
of Steel) is the most well known number as it’s still a live
staple of Kansas’ shows. This is where the more symphonic
music finally kicks in. All the World is a beautiful treatise
on death and loneliness. There is a great Yes-like instrumental
break, while the vocals are some of the best I’ve ever heard
by any band. But the real pinnacle of the album is "The
Pinnacle". At nine and a half minutes, it's a classic
Kansas epic. Depicting the endless battle between good
and evil and life and death, this is undoubtedly one of the
great American progressive rock anthems. The entire band
shines on this track and the conclusion will give anyone goose
bumps.
The re-mastered
version of Masque contains two bonus tracks: a rehearsal
recording of "Child of Innocence" and the demo version of "It's
You". While these versions are interesting to hear, they
hardly add or detract from the album proper. The real
reasons to pick this one up are the excellent sound quality,
the informative liner notes and especially the impeccable performance
of Kansas. -
Steve Pettengill [October 2001]
Click
Here for Tracklist and Lineup Info
Katagory
V - Present Day (2001)
This four
song EP from the Utah based Katagory V presents the band
as a surprisingly solid power metal combo with a throwback
feel. That is, chugging guitars, soaring vocals, harmonized
guitar melodies complete with a rough-around-the-edges production
value that harkens back to prime 80s metal. Bands
that come to mind range from early Fates Warning and Queensryche,
and particularly the mighty Iron Maiden, and the whole thing
just has character written all over it. One could probably
ask for a little more originality, but that's not really
the point is it? Thankfully, the group is more than
a pale imitation, infusing the compositions with a catchieness
capable of sustaining interest, and also possess that essential
element the separates the good from the horrific in the
power metal sphere, a great vocalist. Indeed, Lynn
Allers often recalls Warrel Dane of Nevermore, able to break
out the air raid siren vocals on demand, but does so only
when necessary. All the cuts are solid, particularly
"One Second Warning", which is probably the most memorable.
Certainly, calling this a "progressive" album would be completely
misleading. It's not at all, in fact its got "retro"
written all over it. Even in comparison to some of
the band's obvious heroes, the structures are less cluttered
and more straight-ahead, if anything. That said, those
who dig a rougher, earthier take of traditional 80s power
metal will find a lot to like about Katagory V. Contact
the band at www.katagory5.com.
- Greg Northrup [February 2002]
Kerrs
Pink - A Journey on the Inside (1993)
A mediocre
and ultimately unnecessary album from this reunited early
80's Scandinavian neo-progressive group. Extremely
contrived and packed with faked sentimentality within an
apparently "inspirational" framework. The poor vocalist
and bad lyrics don't help the already amateurish, unoriginal
and frankly tedious compositions. Basically the album
represents everything critics hate about progressive rock,
not that that matters in of itself, but it's only at times
like these that an avowed prog fan like myself can understand
the grievances that outsiders might have towards our beloved
genre.
A Journey
on the Inside is an epic concept that is pretty lame
from the get-go, a vibe I got simply from reading the gag
inducing "story" in the liner notes. Something to do with
some guy who finds some girl and they have some sort of
adventure and so on and so forth at the end of which he
discovers something about himself. Blech. The
typos and grammatical errors didn't help. For the
most part, that sort of vibe extends to the lyrics and vocals
of the album, making them unintentionally self-parodying.
Musically
the album is basically a neo-progressive take on Camel,
with some obvious Genesis-y influences thrown in there as
well. Since the vocalist sounds like he's simply reading
the lyric sheet along with the music for the most of the
album, not to mention the bad accent, the vocal portions
of the album are basically negligible. Musically,
there is some competent playing, such as on "The Sorcerer",
which briefly scales the heights of prime Camel. Other
parts that really caught my ear were basically fairly simplistic
melodies that I definitely felt like I had heard somewhere
before. There are good moments scattered throughout
the album, and the great production probably raises the
level of composition up a notch. Overall though I
probably will never listen to this album again, there's
nothing here that others haven't done better. -
Greg Northrup [February 2001]
Khan
- Space Shanty (1972)
An excellent
bluesy/hard rock album with some jazzy Canterbury influence
that is unfortunately seems to be quite rare. The
album is centered around the mind-blowing guitar work of
Steve Hillage, who would later go on to define jazzy space-rock
with Gong. Also present is Canterbury keyboard God
Dave Stewart, who at the time was playing in the seminal
Egg, but would later be featured in both Hatfield &
The North and National Health. Both players are in
fine form, making for a great mixture of space-rock and
Canterbury influence. There is also a good amount
of straight-up hard rock on the album, helped out especially
by the very cool vocals of Nick Greenwood, whose timbre
reminds me of Rob Halford's lower registers. Most
of the songs have a huge vocal presence, and much of the
album is based on a repetitive verse/chorus/verse cycle,
however in every song the band breaks out into some extended
soloing highlighted by some masterful interplay between
Stewart and Hillage.
The title
track has some volcanic riffs from Hillage which make it
a personal highlight. "Mixed Up Man of the Mountains"
is a mid-tempo rock song with some very cool and catchy
vocal parts. "Hollow Stone" closes out the album in
grand fashion, blending together some powerful guitar riffs
with some great Hammond thrown in. Overall, this is
a very solid album that is a must get for fans of Steve
Hillage as well as for fans of Dave Stewart. Very
guitar-oriented with a significant hard rock presence throughout
though. Very enjoyable. -
Greg Northrup [2000]
Click
Here for Tracklist and Lineup Info
Roland
Kovac New Set - The Master Said (1971)
One of the
most recent reissues from Germany's Garden of Delights
label is an album that has been largely unknown within
progressive rock circles. Interestingly, the album
was originally recorded by four session musicians on a
label that specialized in jazz for the purpose of advertising
and television background music, hence the rather nondescript
cover art. How well it served its purpose is somewhat
questionable, as in reality, The Master Said is
actually a fairly solid platter of jazzy, vaguely Soft
Machine-ish progressive rock. Thankfully, the record
has been rescued from the depths of obscurity, and will
surely provide a needed fix for connoisseurs of 70s German
prog.
Bandleader
Roland Kovac is the star here, and his flailing, distorted
organ provides both a consistently intriguing rhythmic
backdrop as well as some outstanding lead playing. The
similarly fuzzy basslines from Franz Loffler are all very
tasty, and effects-laden instrumental dueling dominates
the 17 minute title cut. Though the piece is divided
into a number of different identifiable sections, the
emphasis on individual soloing is still characteristic
throughout, despite the distinct variance of main themes
in each section. Surprisingly, the rest of the album
is a slight departure, being a bit more toned down and
melancholy. "Birth of a Saint" digs in with a slow,
lurching bass groove over which Kovac pounds his organ,
ringing sustained notes that oscillate beautifully in
the speakers. "Eternal Dimension" and "David's Dance"
are two short, mellow pieces that close out the album.
Both contain some pleasant melodic ideas, but are
not particularly impressive one way or the other.
It's
all very noodly in the end; sometimes the backing chord
changes are made too obvious, and the sound overall may
get samey for some listeners, but there are an abundance
of great moments to be found for sure. Certainly
an enjoyable record and a recommended item for followers
of this label.
- Greg Northrup [September 2002]
Kukl
- Holidays in Europe (The Naughty Nought) (1986)
What's this?
A more brittle Sleepytime Gorilla Museum? A punkier
Honeymoon Killers? (Those are the guys that did the
bonus track stuck onto Aksak Maboul's Un Peu de l'Âme
des Bandits CD, in case you don't remember.)
Or is it a rock equivalent of Schoenberg's _Pierrot Lunaire_?
Well, no, it's not really any of those. Holidays
in Europe is certainly a hard album to pin down, though.
The sound is a weird mixture -- scrawny no-wave guitars,
angry post-punk drumming, electronic noise, distorted samples,
strange dissonant keyboard figures, snatches of lounge,
jazz and 18th century classical music... and, weirdest of
all, the vocals. Both vocalists fit nicely into the
"insane" category, with Björk ranging from nervous
Sprechstimme to all-out hysteria, and Einar Örn speaking,
grunting, shrieking in terror and occasionally even singing.
Both tend to use English, but with strong Icelandic accents.
The music
isn't the only hard thing to figure out about the album;
although any Kukl website will tell you that there are official
names for the tracks, they're not listed anywhere on the
CD. To make matters worse, there seem to be two different
sets of titles. The first suggests that Holidays
in Europe is a concept album about, well, holidays in
europe. The second, more cryptic set, however, seems
to be more tied to what the music is actually about. "Latent,"
for instance, seems to be about a rape, and "Just By The
Book" is about being manipulated by a religious fanatic.
Certainly,
the music is more in line with a concept album about abusive
relationships than with one about taking a vacation.
From the very opening, you know this album is going to take
you for a ride -- literally, as it opens with a voice welcoming
us on board Iceland Air. But while "Outward Flight"
does deal with flying in a way ("Watch how he docks and
wings away from satellites, see"), there's something else
going on here. Einar Örn's trumpet blurts and
gurgles in the background, while surprisingly aggressive
drumming underscores dissonant atmospheric synths and keyboard
parts that sound like tuned percussion. When Björk
sings the phrase "growing longer," she giggles as if at
some private joke. At the three-minute mark, her singing
dissolves into wild whoops and echoing shrieks. When
she sings that "everyone is gone" at the end of the song,
she sounds more anxious than impressed.
From here
the music only gets stranger. "A Mutual Thrill," for
example, starts out with some heavily-echoed sounds -- an
electronic whomp and a fat major chord played by an orchestra.
Ten seconds of digitally altered chamber music for clarinet
and piano, and then we get the first appearance of both
vicious 80s synth drums (reminiscent of Thinking Plague's
"Warheads") and Einar's voice, screaming "THROUGH THE WINDOOOOW!"
Scratchy guitars and twiddly chromatic keyboard work pile
up to produce an effect of highly rhythmic chaos, with windows
of harmonic coherence showing through only at certain points.
"Latent" is equally weird, with its terrifying, relentless
rhythm, elephant-like trumpet, sampled harpsichord waltz
and brief but furious drum solo. "Zro" might be the
most eccentric track on the album -- it begins and ends
with sampled French sentences, and it also has Einar Örn
actually trying to sing! Unfortunately, this effect
is more grating than creepy -- but that's okay, because
the song lacks the focus of the rest of the album, and would
thus be the low-point of the album no matter who sang on
it.
As often seems
to be the case, the low-point and the high-point are on
consecutive tracks: "Just by the Book" is certainly the
best song here. The texture is crystal-clear, and
yet it's strangely difficult to figure out exactly what
the instrumentation is. The guitars are even more
thin and grating than on "A Mutual Thrill," and the ponderous
bassline is truly scary. The contrast between the
two vocalists is never better than here: Einar Örn
screams in horror that "the man on the cross, he keeps staring
at me," but an oblivious Björk is just happy because
she's "in this relationship now, oooh!" But even as
she blithely babbles about her new boyfriend, skitters of
atonal piano and high-pitched synth melodies foreshadow
horrifying things to come. Indeed, by the end of the
song she is "willing to convince everyone... you don't have
to think, he think for you!" Kukl's incredible way
of adding and subtracting enormously complex textures allows
details like the sampled applause that shows up towards
the end of the song to be at once very obvious and barely
noticeable.
So who says
you need a prog pedigree to do a great concept album?
Despite a bit of general stylistic sameness, this is an
incredibly powerful, cohesive and terrifyingly beautiful
album. Go buy it now, before it goes out of print.
- Alex Temple
[November 2001]
Kultivator
- Barndomens Stigar (1980)
This album
was once described to me as "National Health with Magma
bass", and after giving it some weeks of focused listening,
I think that description pretty much holds true. Of
course, it's slightly oversimplified. There are a
wealth of other influences here, especially hints of Scandinavian
folk music and traces of old school RIO. Still, the
enchanting Canterbury sensibility pinned down by a throbbing
rhythm section replete with growling, unrelenting basslines
is the most striking, and ultimately most attractive, feature
of Barndomens Stigar. The music here is seemingly
heavily composed, rendering less of an improvisational,
solo-based air than you'd find on many of the classic Canterbury
albums. The themes here are impossibly dense and complex,
with a heavy, thought out interplay between the superior
bass and the barrage of organ, piano and Fender Rhodes.
"Höga
Hästar" opens the album with a pummeling drum/bass
groove that immediately sets the tone for the rest of the
CD, kicking the listener squarely in the ass while severe
organ and keyboard riffs complement the rhythm. "Vemond"
is slightly more toned down, at least at points, and introduces
a flute-like instrument that is used often throughout, as
well as female vocals that bear more than a passing resemblance
to the Northettes, the female vocal tandem from the Hatfield
& the North albums. Both these elements are heavily
utilized throughout, and the unique wind instrument textures
actually render the title track among the best cuts on the
album. Passages of throttling bass and shimmering
electric piano are offset by heavily ethnic themes, making
for an absolutely beautiful, and addictive, juxtaposition
of influences. "Grottekvarnen" heavily features the
wordless female vocals, which chant along over a impossibly
catchy, up-tempo instrumental theme, another highlight.
The bonus tracks on here were actually recorded for the
reissue in 1992, and are surprisingly good considering the
circumstances. In fact, they don't sound out of place
on the album at all. "Häxdans" in particular
stands out, once again using the ethnic flute as a melodic
basis.
Unfortunately,
this is the only album that Kultivator did, yet stands on
its own as one of the finest albums to come out of Sweden,
or all of Scandinavia for that matter. A killer recording
that provides a hearty blend of zeuhl and Canterbury, and
should appeal to fans of both those genres. -
Greg Northrup [October 2001]
|
|