01. The Great Escape 02. Give Up Tomorrow 03. For Those Things To Come 04. Facing Fears 05. The Newborn
This is some wanky, jazzy, death-injected prog that doesn't suck.
But before all but two of you leave, The Great Escape is also one of those albums that's so quirky it's kind of a must listen. Thing is, Continuo Renacer aren't "hey look how clever we are, now you see me, now you don't", Criss Angel chilling with Herman Li, overly-indulgent kind of douchebags. They might really be batshit insane. Just speculating, of course, but the psychosis audible on this seems genuine.
The Great Escape is basically what you'd get if you took a slab of Primus, a pinch of Obscura, and a handful of Gary Busey telepathically communicating with an umbrella, then mixed them in an old industrial-strength blender. With almond milk. It's a loony. It consists mostly of dissonant, polyrhythmic whateverthefucks from the guitars, getting a lot of its melody from its bass. Excluding the brief phone recording bits during the first track, there aren't any vocals either (a good decision). The instruments coast and hiccup then shatter then coast then explode then coast together, and so on. It does seem pretty aimless by the end, but, strangely enough, aimless in a good way.
The band's myspace page says they're stuff is part death metal, which is true to an extent. A bit like how Subway sandwiches can be good for you. If you took out all of the parts that make this tasty, yeah, there'd be some death metal left. But, last time I checked, half a footlong on whole wheat bread with lettuce and vinegar isn't really a rewarding thing to chew on. The weird synthy, jazzy, wtf injections on it are what make this album fun. Despite the decent number of solid death riffs, it's an offbeat, proggy sort of deal first and foremost. One that just happens to get a little brutal sometimes. Nevertheless, the death metal injections were necessary too. A hoagie without bread and lettuce is a piece of shit.
This is some prog strangeness to melt into when, after a hard day not having a job and lurking on the old MS, you've got nothing better to do than zone out and enjoy a flashback or five. One more inane comparison: Listening to it is like kicking back in some surreal, Rocko's Modern Life-esque living room, watching Decapitated jam with Silvio Berlusconi on T.V., with someone babbling distorted riffs at you from behind the couch, and having one of Herbie Hancock's jazz fusion groups laying down fills from the kitchen for when commercials come on. Sometimes a pretty sweet setup, for sure.
Standout tracks: "The Newborn" and "Give Up Tomorrow"
No, no, I mean the part about death metal being the bread and lettuce Anyway, this review made me a little hungry but what it REALLY did was make me want to hear an interesting band that wormy doesn't think is all that death-y.
Either that or it'll turn me into a giant death metal fan overnight
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"A life all mine
Is what I choose
At the end of my days" --The Gathering "A Life All Mine" from Souvenirs
I just can't resist a review with words like wanky, jazzy, prog that doesn't suck, Rocko's Modern Life, sandwiches, loony, weird synthy, distorted riffs, etc. I just can't!!
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"A life all mine
Is what I choose
At the end of my days" --The Gathering "A Life All Mine" from Souvenirs
'Listening to it is like kicking back in some surreal, Rocko's Modern Life-esque living room, watching Decapitated jam with Silvio Berlusconi on T.V., with someone babbling distorted riffs at you from behind the couch, and having one of Herbie Hancock's jazz fusion groups laying down fills from the kitchen for when commercials come on.'
Well how the fuck do you come up with stuff like this *nerd rage*
Sweet review. I bet the album is sweet too. "Before all but you two leave"... when it comes to prog, I'm always one of those two
'Listening to it is like kicking back in some surreal, Rocko's Modern Life-esque living room, watching Decapitated jam with Silvio Berlusconi on T.V., with someone babbling distorted riffs at you from behind the couch, and having one of Herbie Hancock's jazz fusion groups laying down fills from the kitchen for when commercials come on.'
Well how the fuck do you come up with stuff like this *nerd rage*
Sweet review. I bet the album is sweet too. "Before all but you two leave"... when it comes to prog, I'm always one of those two
Nah, I mean the only other person that frequents the site that isn't scared off when prog is mentioned
Oh, and Lyrinan too. There's actually three of us, that horrible mistake in the review must be corrected
Nah, I mean the only other person that frequents the site that isn't scared off when prog is mentioned
Oh, and Lyrinan too. There's actually three of us, that horrible mistake in the review must be corrected
Ah, mind you, there's plenty of us out here, you just have to look carefully
Babes for Prog!! Mora, you're a genius Can we get jackets like we're a biker gang?
I have a huge jacket I can customize, but I think my friends would refuse any contact with me if I wore the word 'PROG' anywhere on my clothing, I bore them with it enough anyway
Definitely going to check this one out. I really liked their debut album, didn't know they were still around.
Nice review by the way. I'm sure there are a lot of guys into prog as well, at one point I used to listen to only proggy jazzy stuff.
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If you never wake up from a dream does it become reality?
I just can't resist a review with words like wanky, jazzy, prog that doesn't suck, Rocko's Modern Life, sandwiches, loony, weird synthy, distorted riffs, etc. I just can't!!
Same here!
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Li'ed - Prog-Metal from Jerusalem
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http://lied-band.bandcamp.com/
Babes for Prog!! Mora, you're a genius Can we get jackets like we're a biker gang?
I have a huge jacket I can customize, but I think my friends would refuse any contact with me if I wore the word 'PROG' anywhere on my clothing, I bore them with it enough anyway
If you come up with a logo, I'll happily be part of Babes For Prog. PROUDLY