Thursday, March 5, 2015

Clipped Wings And Dead Eyes

Her body feels numb, no touch,
Yet, conscious, souls silent shrieks.

Her mind sinks, darkness , setting sun,
Yet, corpse moves for skin hungry demon.

Her butcher negotiates, deal done,
Yet, selling self, she awaits rape.

Her existence turned to a choked prey,
Yet, intoxicated vulture smells and feasts.

Her agony, a bud plucked and destroyed,
Yet, every night well dressed, not tired.

Her streets taunt, call her a uncivil whore,
Yet, stomach she feeds, due she pays.  

Her limping family, tortured, bedridden,
Yet, arms stretched, smiling she serves.



Her dreams are nightmares,
Images engraved, Clipped wings and dead eyes.

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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Canvas of silence - Rainburn




"Canvas of Silence" is a EP by RainBurn, their first. This is the brainchild of a dear friend and having known a bit about his struggles to pursue his passion for music, i was fairly excited for this EP. I remember him saying the opposites in the name is symbolic to not get tied down by the rules of genre, so let’s see...

Thunder and rain takes us on this journey with “Refuge”, painting a picturesque of getting drenched in drizzles of a soulful melody.The guitars kick in shifting between subtle variations and a teasing drumming. Its like they could have done so much more but preferred to show a glimpse as a start. "Listen through the noise in your mind" is what they say and when you do, you find a fusion between styles of progressive greats and an essence of traditional Indian sounds. It has its own uniqueness and yet you feel it’s so like whats beautiful in so many great progressive creations. In the mid of so many Indian bands trying to sound like some established names, there are few that have done justice to the vast flavors that’s been there for ages in Indian music. A step in the right direction. Another dimension that holds fort on its own, is the awesomeness of the lyrics in every track. Below are few,   

“black swallowing blue – spreads dark refuge” 
“sing to me of rain – for tomorrow shall be – washed free of reins – holding you and me” 
-          - REFUGE

“When the world had just been born
We would run so wild and free
Over the landscape of the infinite sea
Now foggy ruins tend to hide
Vision that sank without a trace
But their path etched upon my face

Paint your days in the colors of night
On the canvas of silence so deep
Eyes brimming over with life
Shall find peace in the big sleep” -Canvas of Silence

The abundance of some amazing talent in the band is brought out in Canvas of silence peeping us up to a love for life. “Veil” is dark, desperate, full of pain, anger, aggression all emotions brought out by a voice that seems to challenge itself with every track. The instruments maintain a feel of doom in the background yet showing their power in bits and pieces.

“I claw at the dark – to find a way to you - beyond my veil – night after night my ears thirst – for a knock on the door never heard – this bitter all consuming dust – renders your soft footprints blurred.”  -Veil   

 “Time turns around”, brings the romance, only track below 5 min.

“Fragments” reminds me of DT!!! The great Dream Theater, what better can i say about it. There are so many possibilities, so much more they can create and its a great start. Rainburn you have a fan in me, somebody waiting and imagining where you will go next. 

“is destiny the thread that binds – or love compels its fickle mind? – each routine verse of life’s ditty – obscures the song’s mortality”
-Fragments   

Great work guys, wishing you the very best.       





Wednesday, November 12, 2014

INFANCY

Pretending to be smarter,
Possessed to be better,
Race is on, Run harder, faster.

Pleasure is needed, life got jaded,
Hunt for gold, dreams got sold,
Price we paid, never ending greed,
Trapped, waiting to be freed.

Mirth was effortless, amused as a kid,
Watching, wondering, at creators deed,
House of sand, not a penny shed,
Bought priceless joy, no mansion ever did.

As we sit mourning, how cold we turned,
Remember who we were, happy smiling breed,
Rediscover infancy, unadulterated we did,
its still the same, beautiful, blessed,
Just the vision, that’s got blurred.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

NECROPHILIC THRILLS

Roars from the silencer, push to release accelerator.
High on adrenaline, unchained now this four wheeled monster.
Madness within,top speed waiting,  get there faster.
Shocking dodges, overtaking to prove rest are weaker.

Weary from a hard days grill, out of a dull crowded transporter.
Road to cross, a lullaby waiting, little treasures of a poor crawler.
Dreaming a cheap dream, missing to wait a second longer.
Blink no visceral reaction, hit by the grim reaper.
Dragged to a lonely grave, amplifying the final torture.

Bare skin lies as breath succumbs, gloomy eyes, iterate whisper.
Pumping no ventilation, nothing grants one little faint beat as savior.
Scared soulless praying on the wheel, lord let this not get any messier.
No guilt worries, lined up to cash a milking cow, the slate cleaner.
Path reeks will be cleaned, wrenched life buried six feet under.
Justice sold, sinner walks free, careless was that dead passer.

Necrophilic thrills of an untamed killer, free forever that raging hunter.

PS :- Please drive carefully

-Kiran


Monday, June 21, 2010

MORTAL LIFE

Insomniac, staring at ceiling, life moves.
Darkness outside will end as dawn crawls.
No end to running, cash for pumped up lies.
Lonely introspection's, all rights and wrongs.
Alas !!! these sorrows don't accept bribes.

Competing no containment in these eyes. 
Greed, can make grave hollow, twice.
Crucifying creator and all shame of sins. 
Alas !!! these sorrows don't accept bribes.

Better united, are those brainless dogs.
Hypocrisy propagated in name of lords.
Humanity suffers under prescript minds. 
Alas !!! these sorrows don't accept bribes.

Wipe a tear its worth billion smiles. 
A selfless meaning beyond all signs.
Remember sorrows don't accept bribes.
Find a giving paradise, in this mortal life.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Pink Floyd - Meddle



The quintessence of music..and Floyd!

So, having thus far targeted oddball and somewhat obscure bands/artists and albums, this time I pick a certified classic from an alltime great with fans all over the world. But again, not without an element of underrating. For, Pink Floyd means Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here and The Wall to most rock fans, especially the last one. To the acid rock crowd, Floyd means Piper At The Gates of Dawn. But I can say confidently that a devoted Pink Floyd will have a special place in his/her heart for Meddle. Ok, admitted, we Floydians like almost everything they touched and Dark Side..is my favourite too. But all great things start somewhere and for Pink Floyd's classic era, that starting point is Meddle.

Meddle in itself though has a starting point: the even more underrated Atom Heart Mother. AHM is where Pink Floyd began to move to a different style and leave the Barrett legacy behind, though never completely. The sound became lush, mellow and atmospheric and some ambition became evident on the Atom Heart Mother Suite. But at this point, they were still confused about whither they wanted to go and this results in the album being somewhat unfocused (nevertheless one for which I have a lot of consideration and certainly more than both Gilmour and Waters profess at this point). On Meddle, they begin to perfect the formula, they begin to make the best of their great ideas. The perfection of Dark Side...eludes them yet, but they're close, the submarine is marching swiftly to its destination, ha ha! One of These Days has menace, A Pillow of Winds oozes beauty, Seamus has shock value and amusement and San Tropez has the cool quotient. In particular, Gilmour's vocals and guitarwork on A Pillow of Winds are beautiful and delicate to the point of defying description through words. On One of These Days, Waters shows he has realized he can never be an ace bassist (and at this point, Chris Squire and Greg Lake must have begun playing circles around him, I reckon!) and instead channels his efforts into coming up with memorable basslines. And just THAT bassline drives the song on its own steam.

The thing that has changed now about Pink Floyd's music is they are seemingly calculating the psychological impact of every little whisker they produce on the listener. They didn't have the chops of the prog rock bands emerging around them, especially in comparison to the talented musicians populating the Canterbury scene, and they didn't have the songwriting genius of Beatles before them or The Who from contemporaries. But what they had that no band before or after has ever possessed to the same measure is a window into your brain. Yes, better beware, Pink Floyd know what you go through when you listen to what sounds. And, after all, isn't music all about producing some response from your mind? We like to call it heart, it's really the right side of the brain we are talking about and though Pink Floyd themselves weren't probably extraordinarily gifted in the right side, they seem to have studied its workings in some amount of depth and applied it to their music in spades.

And nowhere is this more evident than on Echoes. Worth the price of the album solely for its existence, worth exchanging all other music in the world for it (fanboy alert!!!!) and indeed the key motivation to write about the album. I feel privileged to have listened to it and to now write about it. This, my dear friends, is what music is all about. A motley gathering of sounds ranging from the delicate to the bizarre arranged in a way that evokes an emotional response from you. And because it is a pure gathering of sounds as opposed to conventional music put into unorthodox formats, which is what prog rock was all about, each time you listen afresh, you discover something new. The sheer density and depth of this over-20 minute monster once again defies description. The musical ideas when you take them apart are limited and not spectacular or profound. To add insult to injury, Gilmour's guitar lines sound uncomfortably like Procol Harum's Repent Walpurgis. But, let me reiterate again, it's not about the originality, the chops, the talent, it's simply about the reaction the music generates from you and whatever else you won't react to, you'll react, either in disgust or in wonderment, to THAT noise after the 10 minute mark. Floydians have speculated about what it's supposed to resemble. Some think it's a submarine, some think it's a dark cave, I think it's a whale whistling. That it's something to do with the sea is obvious enough from listening to the song. The sea's infinite vastness has never been captured on sound better and more imaginatively than this. You can lose yourself in those sounds for an eternity..and the song too goes on for an eternity, leisurely, unhurried and elaborate, strengthening the impression of the vast endless expanse of infinity that the sea is. You could long for chops and get bored of it or just bask in those sounds. Considering the contamination level of Mumbai's beaches, it's a good alternative to actually soaking yourself in seawater...it even tastes salty, I promise! And unlike some Floydians, I am a strict teetotaller...sorry, it's a myth that you have to be stoned or drunk to enjoy their music. If you say that, you are just admitting to how deficient your imagination is! Just my opinion, hippies, kindly don't take offence as none is intended.

As you can see from the above, I have actually described very little about the music. That's the point, duh! Everybody has their own version of Echoes, it means different things to different people, takes them to different places. It's a fluid, vast, fertile breeding ground for your imagination. And that's why I humbly submit that Echoes and Pink Floyd capture the quintessence of music better than most rock bands in the world. This doesn't necessarily mean that it's the greatest piece of music ever (though it's my personal favourite and might be forever) but there's precious little else in music that's so abstract and yet so lively, so elaborate and vast and yet always over too soon for you, so weird and bizarre and yet so compellingly beautiful, so easy to fall in love with and yet so hard to fully comprehend (make that, impossible to comprehend!). If Pink Floyd had never made anything else worthy of recording on tape, much less of listening to, they would have still earned their greatness for Echoes alone. Things don't really work that way in the real world and Meddle kickstarted a hot streak for them which eventually sealed their place as one of the enduring classic rock bands and the only prog rock band to have true crossover appeal (Genesis and Yes changed their sound 360 degrees to appeal to pop audiences, Pink Floyd always were...just Pink Floyd!). Further, Echoes is part of an overall enjoyable, eclectic album called Meddle that's worthy of belonging in any self respecting rock music collection.

- By Madan


Sunday, June 7, 2009

Renaissance's Live At Carnegie Hall


At the outset, let me confess I am not a huge fan of live albums. Live DVDs are another story, I get to watch the band in action, there's interviews appended as add-ons, so it's a fun package. But what's special about listening to live renditions of a band's studio songs has eluded me and being that most rock fans seem to dig live albums, I am in a lonely minority here. Essentially, my grouse is that unless there's something substantially different about the band's live experience as opposed to the studio experience, there's nothing to be gained for me. Additionally, live albums rarely, if ever, sound as good as studio albums, so you are buying a live album only to hear the crowd noise, to put it bluntly. So, yeah, I am telling you now that I don't dig Exit Stage Left all that much and if it weren't for the novelty value of Dio singing Ozzy's songs, I wouldn't particularly care for Live Evil either. Blasphemy...yeah, right!

So what makes me dig this particular live album so much? Nothing that would distinguish it from the above description, for sure. Renaissance made vocal-centric music, so though there are changes on the instrumental front - I will come to this later - it's not striking and immediately evident. The only thing that could have changed in the band's live experience was Annie Haslam's vocals, but there's no way she could have possibly sounded MUCH better live and thankfully she doesn't sound any worse either. Two songs were debuted here but both made their way to Scheherazade and Other Stories, the songs being ‘Ocean Gypsy’ and ‘Songs of Scheherazade’. So no material exclusive to the live album either. The sound quality is pretty good for a live album, has to be said and it fares much better than the King Biscuit Flower Hour albums of the same band's performances at Royal Albert Hall two years later. But not an incentive by itself to go for it, no!

The reasons are two-fold: there can be no better introduction to Renaissance because the setlist is well chosen. It so happened that the band peaked with Scheherazade and other Stories, so though a few songs from the later songs are more than worthy, not much is missed here. From the albums released at that point, I miss Sounds of the Sea, Black Flame and Things I Don't Understand, but I cannot deny that whatever has been chosen is the most essential material of the band, the Haslam incarnation, anyway. It's as if Iron Maiden made a live album right after Seventh Son... or..wait...there's two actual examples, Unleashed In ‘The East’ and ‘Strangers In The Night’. Yeah, you heard me, Unleashed In The East doesn't miss much as far as Judas Priest goes, but that's a different band, different review.

The second reason is that it's, simply, Renaissance. They were rather unlike most of the prog rock bands of their time. I said earlier they were vocal-based. Well, make that singing-based. Gabriel, Ian Anderson and Fish had formidable vocal presence too, but that's because they adopted a rock theater approach and brought their personality to the fore in their vocal parts. Annie Haslam, on the other hand, is a singer, pure and simple. I know of no other prog rock band which relied so heavily on a pure singer, even King Crimson with Greg Lake doesn't come close. While the band's instrumentalists were no pushovers, they all chose to be the support cast to Haslam's vocals and my word, what vocals she lent! Exquisite, charming and heartfelt, backed by a large range, a powerful yet sweet voice, incredibly clear diction and immaculate delivery. It's a treat to behold by itself but it's also rather unique in prog, because prog rock hasn't particularly favoured plain, old school, accomplished singing - there has to be something quirky about the vocals, is the general rule. When I am feeling particularly irritated with the severe persecution complex some prog fans go around with, I like to quip that Annie only became a part of Renaissance because she was too naive to know in '71 that she would have become a star in expert pop hands. But it's only in jest that I say so, I revel in the unique style of prog her singing helps present.

Ah, you see, I said "helps". The other aspect worth noting of Renaissance is their use of orchestral instruments in their songs. In this live album, the New York Philharmonic Orchestra was employed to ensure that none of the Renaissance songs would lose any of their splendour merely for want of orchestral backing. The classical meets rock thing - ok, calling a band without electric guitars rock is a bit much but what else do I call them then? - is rare in the rock world and doesn't come off too well at the best of times. Yeah, you are saying S&M. Funnily enough, it was while thinking of S&M that I felt like writing this review. You see, I have always felt that S&M would have worked better had Metallica written more new songs meant to be played with an orchestra instead of fitting the orchestra into their existing songs. And here's my proof! The reason Live At Carnegie Hall never sound awkward for a moment is the songs were already written around orchestral embellishments and the band had employed them at performances prior to this one, as far as I know. So, there's nothing daunting or experimental about it, it's a smooth, refined finished product.

I said I would allude to the changes in the instrumental department. Well, there's a long-ish Tout(keyboard)/Camp(bass) jam in ‘Ashes Are Burning’ which, together with vocal improvisations at the close from Haslam, stretch the 9 minute song to a whopping 24 minutes. That apart, while the band don't jam all over the place and play completely different interludes, they do play a lot of things differently. Maybe minor changes, but they are there all the same and I have listened to live albums where songs were reproduced without one different note. So to suggest it's a rank copy of the studio cuts is far fetched. It sounds too similar to be a wholly different experience. But as I have said above, why do something to alter the Renaissance experience, it was just fine and deserved replicating in the live setting simply because it was so unique.

There's one problem to address: it's a double album, so is it worth the time? It depends....on the effect Annie's booming voice has on you but chances are it will ensure you don't regret it for a minute. As for the rest, you know not what you're missing!

Author – Madan