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Highlighting in album tracklistings denotes 'contains Mellotron'. On 'multi-part' tracks I've tried to indicate which parts contain 'Tron, although this isn't always possible.
Ratings:
The * rating (½-5) is my personal, entirely subjective and completely partisan rating of the music.
The 'T' ('Tron, of course...) rating (0-5) is an only slightly more objective indicator of an album's Mellotronness.
By the way, if you know of any Mellotron albums that aren't listed here, please look at my albums page first! Thanks.
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Copeland Finn Coren Hugh Cornwell |
Corpses as Bedmates Cosmic Jokers Cosmic Rough Riders |
Cosmos Factory Nikka Costa |
Elvis Costello Cotó en Pèl |
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Beneath Medicine Tree (2003, 44.16) *½/T |
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| Brightest Testing the Strong Ones Priceless Take Care When Paula Sparks California She Changes Your Mind There Cannot Be a Close Second |
Coffee Walking Downtown When Finally Set Free |
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Florida's Copeland specialise in the kind of wet-as-water, overwrought indie that a certain type of 'sensitive' teenager might find emotionally gratifying, assuming they had the sensitivity of a bog-brush. A cynical 40-something reviewer who feels that he's probably been there and done that finds them emotionally empty, in the manner of someone bereft of any natural emotion who has had to learn their responses by rote. Although 'some members of the band are Christians', the group fervently deny they are a 'ministry band' (as against a band who sound like Ministry, presumably), but they could easily be mistaken for one, merely on the all-round limpness of the music on offer (I use the term loosely).
Their debut, 2003's Beneath Medicine Tree is, generally speaking, awful, with no obvious plus points apart from its limited Mellotron use from frontman Aaron Marsh. While the flutes on California start at the end of When Paula Sparks, according to the disc indexing, it seems ridiculous to credit them to the earlier track, too, so California seems to be it, barely scraping the album a whole T.
All in all, then, a pretty horrible album, although its follow-up, 2005's In Motion, despite starting in a slightly more promising way, is possibly even nastier. Although I've read that In Motion also 'features' Marsh on the 'Tron, it doesn't appear to, meaning the time spent listening to it was completely, rather than almost completely wasted.
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Spring (1997, 70.07) **½/T½ |
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| The Ecchoing Green The Garden of Love Spring The Fly The Tyger London The Chimney Sweeper The Voice of the Ancient Bard Holy Thursday one Holy Thursday two |
Silent Melancholy The Divine Image The Little Boy Lost The Little Boy Found Infant Sorrow Cradle Song A Dream To Tirzah Jerusalem The Sick Rose |
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I Draumar Fær Du (2008, 130.13) ***/TT |
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| Det er den Draumen Sju Vindar Kom Ikkje Med Heile Sanningi Song, Trø Lett på Hjarta Mitt Eit Tre i Brand Kirsebærtreet Vårkjenning I William Blake Du Toler Ikkje |
Steinguden Eg Stoggar Under den Gamle Eiki ein Regnvêrsdag Det er Kaldt i Store Hus Eg Stend Her No Mange Års Røynsle Med Pil og Boge Seint Gjeng Sanningi Upp Tåre, du Tarv Ikkje Falla Det er den Draumen - Epilog |
Dette Lyt du Bera Din Veg Enno er det Tid Under Bergfallet Kor Lenge Har du Sove? T'ao Ch'ien Spelemannen frå Dooney Kirsebærtreet Vårkjenning II |
Var det Ikkje du? Når Eg Vaknar Ofelia Paul Celan Dødsfuge Under Stjernone Vinternatt Eg Dreg Ifrå Glaset Svevn |
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Despite having a name as Irish as a leprechaun sitting on a shamrock in a peat bog near Tipperary, Finn Coren is actually Norwegian, as his accent duly confirms. The Blake Project: Spring is beautifully packaged, and after finding it in the 'folk' section of a central London record shop, I was looking forward to giving it a spin. Hmmm. Well, it ain't 'folk', and it certainly isn't even remotely 'progressive' in any way. Try 'third-rate 'modern rock', with far too many percussion loops and naff guitar sounds for its own good', or 'U2 on a particularly bad day'. The album's concept is excellent; take twenty poems by noted British mystic William Blake and set them to music, ignoring any previous settings that may have been done. Unfortunately, the music rarely matches the lyrics in any meaningful way; I suspect Blake would've been horrified by some of the maulings to which his work has been subjected here.
Coren's frequently half-spoken, half-whispered vocals irritate after a while, too, although they're nowhere near as bad as his regular 'singing' voice. There are a few tracks that made me stop and listen, including Spring, London, The Voice Of The Ancient Bard and The Sick Rose (probably the best thing here), i.e. the quiet ones, although most of it had me reaching for the 'next' button, I'm afraid. Tyger (as in 'Tyger, burning bright') is awful, and his take on Women's Institute fave Jerusalem is very poor. If only he'd stop trying to be quite so 'contemporary', stuck to writing, playing and producing and got in a decent singer, he might make a halfway decent record. I'm sorry to be so down on this, as it looked so promising, but I'm having trouble finding anything positive to say about it at all. Oh, you noticed? However... Coren's Mellotron work isn't bad, with some decent enough flutes on Spring, and various flute and string parts on the other highlighted tracks, but despite various rave reviews I've found on the 'Net, I can't honestly recommend this to anyone at all. Very disappointing.
There's apparently an interim Coren 'Tron album that I haven't heard, 1999's Lovecloud, but the next one I've actually laid ears upon is 2008's hugely ambitious double-disc, I Draumar Fær Du. Well, it's a big improvement on Spring, I'm glad to say, although I have to be honest and say it didn't floor me with its genius. Ironically, it's the folk-influenced album I'd been hoping for last time round, although Coren runs through a whole gamut of styles over its two hours-plus length, including relatively contemporary indie, near-prog spoken-word material and even hints of pre-war jazz. I suspect you need to understand Norwegian to really get the most out of this album, as I haven't got the faintest idea what he's writing about, although a track entitled William Blake shows that his interest in/obsession with the great man hasn't diminished in the intervening decade.
Lars Fredrik Frøislie (Wobbler, White Willow, a host of others) has become Norway's premier vintage keys man over the last few years, so it's no great surprise he plays Mellotron here. Now, I'm far from convinced I've spotted every last background chord, but on disc one I can hear strings on Sju Vindar, Eg Stend Her No and possible strings (alongside real ones) plus cellos and maybe even brass on Tåre, Du Tarv Ikkje Falla. Disc two has flutes on Dette Lyt Du Bera and one of the MkII 'moving strings' phrases on Enno Er Det Tid that would've fooled me into thinking it was real were it not for the drastic pitchbends, plus flutes on Var Det Ikkje Du? and Vinternatt. Those moving strings could well be used elsewhere, but given how close they sound to the real thing, it's very difficult to tell.
So; despite its outrageous length (no wonder it took him so long to finish it), I Draumar Fær Du is the better of these by some way, which isn't to say I'm necessarily recommending it. I'm sure I look like a complete philistine for saying so, as it'd slash the concept to pieces, but I'd cut it down to a 40/50-minute single disc of the best material, including the several 'Tron tracks. I really wouldn't bother with Spring, though, unless you see it dirt cheap and simply have to hear its limited Mellotron work. More news re. Lovecloud when I track a copy down.
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Nosferatu (1979, 36.37) ***/T |
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| Nosferatu Losers in a Lost Land White Room Irate Caterpillar Rhythmic Itch Wired Big Bug Mothra |
Wrong Way Round Puppets |
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Hugh Cornwell was, of course, the Stranglers' vocalist/guitarist from the mid-'70s until around 1990, which means he co-wrote and played on all their best material, not to mention a lot of their later cack. Robert Williams had been Captain Beefheart's drummer for the previous two years, so was no stranger to odd music, which all in all was a rather good thing, all things considered. Nosferatu consists of the various bits'n'pieces that Hugh didn't consider suitable for the Stranglers, and you can see why.
The title track is plain bizarre, as is Irate Caterpillar, consisting largely of scraping noises and extremely peculiar lyrics. Cream's White Room is the sole Mellotron track here (played by Hugh), or rather, 'Chamberlin mellotron' (sic), so presumably it's a Chamberlin; it certainly doesn't sound like standard Mellotron strings, so that makes sense. It was mostly recorded in LA, so there was far more likely to have been a Chamberlin about than in Britain, where they're almost unknown. I think it's safe to say that Nosferatu falls into the 'experimental' category, so don't buy it expecting anything like the Stranglers; saying that, it's good at what it does (I think), but it's no Chamberlin classic. Buy at your discretion.
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Venus Handcuffs (1987, 35.24) ***/T |
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| Venus Handcuffs Haebsibah A Thought Through Shadows Fur Man Birds Fly Out Dear Dear Gus Black Box Phantom |
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Corpses as Bedmates sound like an early project from future Ventricle label stalwarts Mauve Sideshow, although I don't believe there's any connection. Basically, this is darkwave before the term was coined; dense, often dissonant soundscapes of tortured synths, twisted samples and atonal female vocals from Susanne Lewis, aided and abetted by Bob Drake. Suffice to say, this probably falls into the overused 'love 'em or hate 'em' category; half measures don't appear to be an option. Venus Handcuffs does have some sonic variety; amongst the clanking lunacy are to be found gems of dark, orchestral beauty such as A Thought Through Shadows and Birds Fly Out, though the bulk of the album sounds more like an accident in a foundry involving several women and a harmonium.
Definite Mellotron (from Lewis) on Birds Fly Out, with harsh, almost distorted flutes, and while Phantom is swamped in keyboard-sourced choirs, they just don't sound enough like a 'Tron to count here. Samples? Who knows. Anyway, an early example of the sound that Ventricle would go on to make their own. One for the goth in your life, assuming they have the imagination to listen to anything more challenging than Marilyn Manson. Incidentally, the CD reissue has no mention of the band's original name, crediting it to simply Venus Handcuffs.
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Galactic Supermarket (1974, 38.33) ****/TTKinder des AllsGalactic Supermarket |
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Sternenmädchen [Cosmic Jokers feat. Gilles Zeitschiff] (1974, 47.14) ***/T |
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| Tim Bleibt Bei Uns Downtown Lord Krishna Power Drive Bei Tim Right Hand Lover Cosmic Courier Bon Chance Swiss High-Lands |
Der Magier The Electronic Scene Electronic Rock Zeitalter (suite) So Beautiful The Queen of Sunshine Meine Kosmische Musik |
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The Cosmic Jokers were a project consisting of members of various German outfits, including Klaus Schulze, Manuel Göttsching and Harald Großkopf from Ash Ra Tempel, Dieter Dierks and Jürgen Dollase from Wallenstein. Their remit on Galactic Supermarket seemed to be to make a seriously trippy, jammed-out full-on Krautrock album, totally free from any commercial considerations, in which I have to say they succeeded admirably. This isn't the easiest music to listen to, especially, er, 'unassisted', but there's some pretty cool grooves in places, and playing's top-notch, as you'd expect from such a stellar lineup. Dollase plays 'Tron choirs on side one, Kinder Des Alls, with several minutes of a four-chord repeating cycle that reminds me of early Pink Floyd, as does much of the Kraut stuff, then a more random part dipping in and out of the mix over the rest of the track. Nice Mellotron work, although I wouldn't describe this as a Mellotron Album per se.
Later the same year, the collective released Sternenmädchen, often mis-titled Gilles Zeitschiff, who is actually the young lady guesting on the record. You thought Galactic Supermarket was a difficult listen? You ain't heard nuthin' yet, baby... This is completely bonkers; proper krautrock, trippy as you like, with practically nothing on which to get a handle. Not all that much Mellotron, played either by Dollase again, or possibly Schulze, with distant choirs on Lord Krishna, and what sound like wildly pitchbent strings in the background on Der Magier. Several other tracks feature some sort of background voices, but they're as likely to be real ones as tape-generated; they don't actually sound particularly Mellotronic.
So; two resolutely nuts albums, possibly (or possibly not?) best appreciated while chemically assisted. The former is definitely the better 'Tron album of the two, although no classic.
See: Klaus Schulze | Ash Ra Tempel | Wallenstein
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Too Close to See Far (2003, 45.52) ***½/½ |
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| Justify the Rain For a Smile Because You There's Nothing Wrong Life in Wartime Sunrise Tomorrow May Never Come She's Never Around |
Kill the Time Blind The Need to Fly Now That You Know Stupid You Smile |
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The Cosmic Rough Riders seem to be mining a rich seam of Scottish pop dating back at least to the '79/'80 Postcard label explosion (Aztec Camera, Orange Juice et al.), with their West Coast-ish sound, not a million miles away from Teenage Fanclub's Byrds-esque jangle. Too Close to See Far is their third album 'proper', after 1999's Deliverance and 2000's Panorama, ignoring Poptones' Enjoy the Melodic Sunshine compilation, and is a cornucopia of retro powerpop, referencing all the Bs; Byrds, Beach Boys (the harmonies on Tomorrow May Never Come are pure Our Prayer), Beatles, Big Star, along with their Caledonian predecessors and contemporaries. Unfortunately, there's the odd nod towards Oasis, too, though that's as likely to be a second-hand Beatles lift as anything.
Fairly minimal Mellotron, to be honest, from guest player Andrew Phillips, with a typical 'Tron flute part (you know, Strawberry Fields) on Because You, alongside various Hammond, Rhodes and what sound like genuine monosynth parts scattered across the album. The vintage kit quotient isn't why you should pick this up, however, but the songwriting is; a pleasant surprise. Recommended.
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An Old Castle of Transylvania (1974, 40.41) ****½/TTTTSoundtrackMaybe Soft Focus Fantastic Mirror Poltergeist An Old Castle of Transylvania Forest of the Death The Cursed Darkness of the World An Old Castle of Transylvania |
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A Journey With the Cosmos Factory (1975, 42.56) ***½/½ |
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| Sunday's Happening Daydream Hiver Confusion The Infinite Universe of Our Mind The Sea A Hidden Trap Wind in the Morning (a Trip) |
Journey of No Destination The Cosmogram |
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Black Hole (1976, 44.05) ****½/TTTBlack HoleThe Vague Image (intro) The Hard Image Crystal Solitaire A Wandering Young Man Days in the Past Mirror Freak Magic Window |
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Cosmos Factory (named after the Creedence Clearwater Revival LP) were a fantastic Japanese heavy psych/prog crossover outfit; dated for the mid-'70s, but Japan were several years behind at this stage and probably sounded pretty contemporary to their audience. They were enormously energetic, with mad frenetic organ and guitar solos peppering their work, along with rather incomprehensible Japanese-language vocals. The material on An Old Castle of Transylvania is pretty good, if not actually top-notch; plenty of excellent instrumental work, and some great Mellotron from Tsutomu Izumi on the opening two tracks and the bulk of side 2's title track.
However, A Journey With the Cosmos Factory takes a complete left-turn from its predecessor, with experimental tracks like The Infinite Universe Of Our Mind, all discordant avant-garde piano, with most of the material fitting more in the 'psych' than 'prog' categories. Excellent Moog work throughout, but next to no Mellotron (although loads of string synth), all I can hear being background choirs on beautiful opener Sunday's Happening. Black Hole (sensibly) returns to the style of their debut, though with a little more sophistication, and a little less Mellotron. I don't hear any other sounds than the ubiquitous strings, but they make nice use of them, so I should worry.
I think these (or at least one of them) might just be available on CD, so if you ever spot copies, I strongly advise you to pick 'em up pronto, and not just because they're presumably as rare as rocking-horse shit. Excellent music, great 'Tron.
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Everybody Got Their Something (2001, 45.33) ***/½ |
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| Like a Feather So Have I for You Tug of War Everybody Got Their Something Nothing Nikka What? Hope it Felt Good Some Kind of Beautiful |
Nikka Who? Just Because Push & Pull Corners of My Mind |
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Daughter of Sinatra arranger Don Costa, Nikka Costa was a child prodigy, releasing her first album at the age of nine, although she was nearly thirty before her first release in her own country and fifth overall, 2001's Everybody Got Their Something. I don't know if it's got something to do with being the offspring of a genius arranger, but this really is one of the strangest supposedly mainstream albums I've heard in a long time; it technically lies somewhere in the middle ground between rock, funk and R&B, although it doesn't really sound like anything else at all. Most tracks feature weird instrumental juxtapositions and unusual samples, although the more straightforward tracks (Corners Of My Mind is typical) are relatively commercial, I suppose. It's actually most refreshing to hear such an individual album in a morass of conformity, although we're not exactly talking The Residents here, before you get too excited.
Justin Stanley plays various instruments, including clavinet, MiniMoog and Mellotron, the latter supposedly on Push & Pull, although you'll need sharper ears than mine to hear what he's actually doing with it. The skronky high strings near the end? Don't sound very Mellotronic to me, but I can't imagine what else it might be. So; a record that, while not being exactly avant-garde, certainly stands out from the (rat) pack, which isn't to say you're going to like it. No obvious 'Tron, though, so don't get too worked up about that credit.
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Spike (1989, 60.21) ****/TT |
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Satellite Pads, Paws and Claws Baby Plays Around Miss Macbeth Any King's Shilling Last Boat Leaving |
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Mighty Like a Rose (1991, 54.29) ***½/T½ |
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| The Other Side of Summer Hurry Down Doomsday (the Bugs Are Taking Over) How to Be Dumb All Grown Up Invasion Hit Parade Harpies Bizarre After the Fall |
Georgie and Her Rival So Like Candy Interlude: Couldn't Call it Unexpected No.2 Playboy to a Man Sweet Pear Broken Couldn't Call it Unexpected No.4 |
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Brutal Youth (1994, 57.24) ***½/T |
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Sulky Girl London's Brilliant Parade My Science Fiction Twin Rocking Horse Road Just About Glad All the Rage Favourite Hour |
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Declan McManus renamed himself Elvis Costello in the late '70s and helped to invent what became known as 'New Wave', a term he's always despised, sardonically commenting that he couldn't understand why people compared his work to early-'60s French cinema. A master songwriter, the only thing that seems to stop him being compared to the likes of the godlike Richard Thompson more often would appear to be fashion, with Elvis winning over Thompson every time. His twelfth album, Spike, is stuffed with his usual themes, with wry commentary on modern life (...This Town..., the gorgeous Tramp The Dirt Down), Thompson-like takes on relationships (Pads, Paws And Claws, Baby Plays Around) and even history lessons (Let Him Dangle). All in all, a triumph of intelligent, erudite songwriting, the likes of which we hear all too seldom.
Produced by Mitchell Froom, Spike falls right into the middle of his most prolific period as producer for hire, having also worked with Richard Thompson, Crowded House etc. Most of his standard production quirks are here, with not a synth to be heard, even of the analogue variety, with the album standing or falling on the standard of the actual playing (remember that?), with contributions from Paul McCartney, Roger McGuinn, Benmont Tench, Allen Toussaint and a cast of thousands. Froom's Chamberlin is all over the highlighted tracks above, with strings and woodwind (clarinet?) on Veronica, flutes and muted brass on God's Comic, a minor string part on Satellite and, finally, what sounds like high-end cellos on Miss Macbeth.
While '91's Mighty Like a Rose is perfectly good, I somehow feel it doesn't quite reach the heights of its predecessor, although After The Fall is easily the equal of anything on that album, and Broken is superbly melancholy. Costello's lyrical barbs are as sharp as ever, with Harpies Bizarre (ho ho) getting the knives out in no uncertain terms. Froom produces again, although his Chamberlin work is far more muted this time round, in fact, inaudible on some of the credited tracks. Just to confuse the issue further, that's clearly a Chamby string line in How To Be Dumb, with no mention in the booklet. About the best part on the album is actually Mellotron, with an excellent flute arrangement on So Like Candy, drowning out the Chamby cellos (?), which do their usual trick of disappearing in the mix. Other than that, just when you think you've spotted the thing, it turns out to be one of the string/brass/woodwind instruments scattered across the album.
'94's Brutal Youth regains some of the ground lost on Mighty Like a Rose for its first half, but unfortunately ends up slightly outstaying its welcome, partially falling prey to the infamous 'fill that CD' syndrome. There are some excellent tracks on the album, particularly Kinder Murder and Clown Strike, but more average fair such as Just About Glad or All The Rage rather let the side down. The album is notable for being a partial reunion of the Attractions, despite Costello's long-running feud with bassist Bruce Thomas, whose vicious lampooning of his erstwhile boss as 'the singer' in his semi-autobiographical novel 'The Big Wheel' only served to exacerbate the situation. It is, however, extremely funny...
Anyway, the album's co-produced by Mitchell Froom (again) and Costello, and only keyboard credits are for Costello (piano) and Steve Naïve/Nieve/Nason (piano/organ/harmonium), so who exactly plays everything else? Almost certainly Froom, of course, with organ on several tracks and three fairly overt Chamberlin tracks towards the beginning if the album; This Is Hell features muted brass, with more of the same, but less so, on Clown Strike, while You Tripped At Every Step has a nice little flute run. So, not really a Chamby album (again), but a good record in its own right, nevertheless.
Costello is one of those artists to whom I've been meaning to take a closer listen for years, so now I've taken the plunge there seems no reason not to carry on. It's rumoured that Costello has used Mellotron (or possibly Chamberlin?) on several other albums; as I tend to say, more news when I get to hear more of his back catalogue. As for the above, they're all worth hearing if you value quality songwriting, although Spike is probably the best of the three, and it's the only one where the Chamberlin input's really worth hearing, too.
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Holocaust (1978, 37.32) ****/TTTAura de SonsLamentacions Holocaust (Part 1) Holocaust (Part 2) |
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Coto-en-Pel were another of those one-shot late '70s Spanish progressive bands that, sadly, appeared and disappeared before anyone really noticed. Their sole legacy, Holocaust is a fine album, maybe a little less obviously 'Spanish' than many of their contemporaries, with guitar work that recalls Steve Howe in places. The album is mostly instrumental, with just the occasional vocal part cropping up; keyboards are the usual suspects, with quite a lot of string synth, at least on Aura De Sons.
Pep Llopis' Mellotron finally turns up on the two-part title track; just strings on Part 1, but their (borrowed?) machine's full complement of strings, flute and choir on Part 2. While not as full-on as some, there's a fair bit of 'Tron to be heard here, and the album's bloody good into the bargain. Top marks, once again, to The Laser's Edge for digging up a worthy rarity. Buy.
