On Mike‘s recomendation, I bought this CD for $4.99 on our annual trip to Taranna a little while ago. It was Mike, a gigantic fan of the band, who gave me one of their Crash Course CDs a while back too, so suffice it to say that he’s my main Marillion connection.
When I plugged in this CD, I had a small idea of what to expect, both from the Crash Course CD (for their sound in general) and, I quickly realized, from having heard Kayleigh back in the 80s.
And what did I make of this album? It’s fucking fantastic. Well ahead of it’s time sonically, I’d say. No word of a lie, I played this all of the way through and, when I reached the end of the first play and was mightily impressed, I played it again. And again. Three full plays in a day and a half.*
What drew me to this like a magnet? There’s something hypnotic and addictive to this sound, how it lets me drift along with it, yet still demanding my attention for the lyrics and the individual instruments’ efforts. It’s majestic. Not unlike Pink Floyd, in that respect. And like them, it’s melodic as hell, and completely arresting. There’s something for everyone here, and it’s all gorgeously realized.
The only negative here is that it’s taken me 29 years to get to it…
Two thumbs way up! I consider this one of the best scores of our trip this year. Thanks for the recommend, Mike!
* My three-year-old daughter also loved it. She happily sang and hummed along in the back seat of the car while it played, a sure sign she was into it. Of course, her saying “Daddy, I like that song!” made it fairly clear, too. So if Marillion was hoping for the three-year-old demographic, there’s a vote over here.
It’s all Mike’s fault.
You see, in one of the Batches Of Awesomeness he has so benevolently bestowed upon me, there was this disc. Apparently (if my understanding is correct), Marillion does a sampler disc every once in a while by way of introduction to the band, and they sell them cheap on their web site. Track listings may vary between editions, but the idea is a good one. Especially for a band with a discography as sprawling as theirs.
Two days ago, I plugged this CD in for the purposes of review and I came away uncertain. For its duration, I kept expecting more, like every song I heard was pretty enough, but was supposed to become… more. Unsettled, I slept on it (without writing a word about it), and the next day I spun the whole thing again. At some point on the second trip through, I got it. It clicked. And I fell in love. Let me explain.
Going in, I knew next to nothing about this band, except that they have ardent fans (our favourite Lebrain among them). I was all for giving this a spin (and grateful to receive the disc), so I wasn’t exactly disappointed to hear it, but I was surprised. I figured it’d have some rawk on it. But every song had a pretty intro (sometimes with piano), always plaintive vocals, and they were very lovely indeed. They’d build a bit – the song Afraid Of Sunlight coming closest to what I’d imagined – yet they never really achieved liftoff. Not… not like I was expecting. I thought The Sky Above The Rain was a horrible track for opening a disc that’s meant to be an introduction. Surely they’d bury something so raw, so beautifully raw, deeper in the mix…
I even heard some radiohead in it (well, if it was in a more minor key, had some electronic blips and bleeps, and the vocals were more nasal then yeah, for sure), but mostly just lighter-waving concert marathon songs (it’s rare to find a track below five or six minutes long).
So, as I said, I slept on it. And I spun it all again. And it clicked. It’s not supposed to become more. The more was there all along. Everything was right there in front of my face (and ears), waiting for me to wake the hell up. Marillion isn’t a rock band. They’re a rock band masquerading as a fucking symphony. If this disc is an indication of their albums, they’re not supposed to speed up, or rock out, or let their inner punks run loose. I dunno, maybe this is just a well-selected collection of slower songs that all sounded kind of the same (maybe they have written rawk songs and they’re not represented here?), but I want to doubt it. I think this is what they’re up to, and they revel in it because they’re so bloody good at it.
These songs ache and bleed and affect. They’re built to help the listener let go (not exert more expectation and control on them, as I had initially done). You’re meant to drift, let the music take you and, in the end, be redeemed by it. Some people would say it’s perfect pot-smoking music, and for them it probably is. But I think it’s more. These are real, talented musicians. This is craftsmanship. It’s haunting. I can’t get these damn songs out of my head. Especially Estonia. It’s buried way down there at the end of the disc, but what a monster of a song! [NB. I shouldn’t pick, in truth I’ve grown to love them all. Ed.]
Dammit Lebrain, you do this all the time. You’ve just introduced me to yet another band I wanna hear everything they ever did, and all because of one little ten-song disc. I thank you (profusely), and my wallet is screaming noooooo…!
Marillion. Hell YES.
* Mike asked me to post the track listing for this edition he sent, so here ya go:
Marillion – Crash Course (2012, Racket 15G)
The Sky Above The Rain
Hard As Love
This Train Is My Life
Real Tears For Sale
Afraid Of Sunlight