Octavarium, by Dream Theater.
Late to the party as usual. These guys have been around roughly forever, churning out epic album after epic album while I lived my aural life completely oblivious to their existence.
I'm not a metalhead. Really, I'm not. Give me pop, country, classical, you name it, just keep the screaming out of it and please, let's have intelligible lyrics. If you're going to sing in English, the least you can do is allow English speakers a fighting chance at understanding what you're singing. That said, I'm not averse to "loud", for subsets of "loud" that also include "melodic".
This song...
Well, first off, "song" is entirely the wrong word for what this is. This is more of a symphonic work. It's six times as long as your average radio ditty; the vocal doesn't even show up until over five minutes in. By which point, if you're anything like me, you'll have left this planet far, far behind. There are a series of builds and climaxes, each more intense than the last. The guitar work is simply incredible.
Do yourself a favour. Set aside 24 minutes, tune the world out and tune this in. If you don't like what you're hearing, let it build anyway; it'll change on you when you're not looking. Rarely has a band been so aptly named.
This song...
Well, first off, "song" is entirely the wrong word for what this is. This is more of a symphonic work. It's six times as long as your average radio ditty; the vocal doesn't even show up until over five minutes in. By which point, if you're anything like me, you'll have left this planet far, far behind. There are a series of builds and climaxes, each more intense than the last. The guitar work is simply incredible.
Do yourself a favour. Set aside 24 minutes, tune the world out and tune this in. If you don't like what you're hearing, let it build anyway; it'll change on you when you're not looking. Rarely has a band been so aptly named.
No comments:
Post a Comment