I'm going
to say something about this album if it kills me.
If this
was a decade ago I would be sitting knee deep in balls of crumbled
paper.
Each
little ball mainly white, but with words and partial phrases peaking
darkly out from the ragged folds around the surface.
It's not
a decade ago though, so instead I've sent file after file to the
recycle bin and emptied it often.
The
problem is that it's so good that it is deserving of more than what I
have previously come up with.
So good
that nothing that I have written has come close to touching on how
satisfying the album is in its totality.
It's easy
to write that something is good, or even bad.
Keeping
it simple like that offers no challenge, but trying to explain why it
is good, trying to convey how special something sounds can be a
problem.
It's far
harder than most people appreciate.
So here I
am again.
Sitting
in front of what was a blank screen and just trying to let the words
flow out and hopefully something will come if I don't try to hard.
Maybe if
I don't over-think it and let my brain guide my fingers
semi-consciously something of worth with appear.
First I
suppose I should mention that Carry the Torch is a concept album, a
loose concept album.
Each song
has its roots in the writing of Hunter S Thompson and that's where
the genius - that over used word - starts to reveal itself.
There's
that germ of an idea that has been watered and cared for by Paul
McGranaghan until it has flowered into something that could take your
breath away.
He has
then done that with each and every song.
Consider
them all as flowers.
Each
independently beautiful in its uniqueness, and then when you take a
step back there a flowerbed in front of you that's a riot of colour.
Each
stalk bends in a different direction, they all catch the sun and hold
it's rays differently across the breadth of a petal, and on one level
there appears to be nothing that could allow them to sit comfortably
together, but they do.
Beautiful
singularly and equally inspiring as a whole.
That's
Carry the Torch right there.
Every
single song is unique in itself and all together the different styles
of music, lyrical inflection and even the content probably shouldn't
work, but it does.
It's
sounds like a pattern in the anarchic flow of a snow storm being
seen.
There's a
bit seventies rock sound that keeps revealing itself in so many ways.
Some rock and roll Bolan, some prog Floyd, a bit of Zep, yet it's not
really a rock album in the true sense of the word. For every solid
riff and guitar solo there's some glorious pop moments and acoustic
led ensemble pieces that are just as excitingly compelling.
The main
thing that I can't seem to wrap my head around is that this is the
debut album from Paul McGranaghan.
This
sounds like an album from a artist who has been slowly working
towards being able to express himself over many releases.
The album
that critics would step forward and proclaim as the pinnacle of the
artists achievements.
It's my
album of the year in a year that has been heavy with fantastic
releases, and it's not just scraping in at the number one spot.
It's way
out there on it's own standing proudly catching its breath while
everyone else is still running towards the finish line.
Even now
I'm reading this back to myself and thinking it's still not really
conveying just how good it really is.
I don't think it's worthy of an album of the year slot. I agree it is a tremendous album.
ReplyDeleteI suppose that's part of the magic of music is that it's subjective and everyone has their own opinion on everything that's written.
McGranaghan is definitely up there with the best of the year though.
Great read chief