ILYA ULBERG
No introduction this year. I swear, if I start doing my little subtle implying and/or poking at the deluge of stuff that happened to me this year routine, the dam is not gonna hold, and trust me, you do not wanna be there when that happens. So onwards with the music |
what didnt make the Top 20 probably for a very good reason too |
Rammstein > Mutter Hold on to your puffy shirt - Rammstein go symphonic metal! Well, not exactly Sidestepping their knack for the uber-cool electronics, industrial overtones, and hypnotically contagious song structures of the past, the hulking German sextet tests the waters of more straight ahead, somewhat orchestrated metal. The result - leider - is a pretty waist deep affair. About as half and half as it can possibly get with eleven songs, Mutter only matches its wonderfully flagrant, dramatic, Wagnerian moments of over the top symphonic pomp and glee with just as many of formulaic, go nowhere, lumbering heaviness. Sad, because the good stuff really shines. Overall though, Id have to say nein and move on to certain other German bands. Ten > Far Beyond the World I for one am rather disappointed; an unabashed back to the roots move is just not was I was hoping for after the band's brilliant Babylon last year. Sure, the songs are catchy and there are more hooks here than a chain of fishing gear stores, but yes, there is most definitely a but. Not at all bad and most definitely not the muddy sounding atrocity that Spellbound was, Far Beyond may not quite have what it takes to rub elbows with the likes of Beyond Twilight and the new Therion, but it is still destined to become simply "that album Ten released after Babylon..." Edenbridge > Arcana Is it wrong to be a smidge disappointed when a band follows a remarkable debut with a bland, uninspiring, and largely derivative (of themselves, granted) follow-up? Certainly not any more wrong than it is to completely write the album off after only one listen. So no more comments from me...maybe I'll (gasp!) review it some day when I actually have an urge to play it again... Avrigus > The Secret Kingdom Either I'm just hella tired while writing this or theres simply nothing particularly worthwhile to say. Avrigus. Is an Australian band. Who play slow, atmospheric music. A bit like a heavy Dead Can Dance. Or The 3rd and the Mortal. And it's not half bad. Yup, it's a debut and for a two piece, they sound an awful lot like two musicians playing all the instruments they can and covering up all the other ones with supposedly sound-alike synths. Which don't really sound that much alike. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, but...well, I suppose it kind of is. Also, the band's reliance on good ol' guitar distortion, which feels more out of place here than a Baptist out on Pride Day, insures that about half of the material ends up being rather forgettable. That being said, a couple of particularly beautiful moments here and there almost remind me of the late great Elend, so the potential for excellence sometime down the line is definitely there. Not something you need to run out and buy, but if you're ever in a store, probably worth picking up out of the rack to see what the first album of a potentially really cool band looked like... Adagio > Sanctus Ignis As dazzling and opulent as it is run of the mill, this holy fire is Adagio's strictly by the numbers entry into the realm of neoclassical metal® et al. The band enchants and amazes and then enchants and amazes some more with their downright phenomenal instrumental skills and neverending supply of sugary melodies, but they still have quite the ways to go in the songwriting department. The stuff sure is purdy, no doubt about that; it just happens to bring a new meaning to the term 'skin deep.' Totally, efortlessly enjoyable without actually being any good. Gamma Ray > No World Order! Nothing we did not expect from them and everything we did, Gamma Ray's latest still turns out to be one of the more pleasant surprises of the year. Go figure. Sure, it's all a bit silly, what with the Illuminati + secret conspiracies + mind control from your TV sets + the truth is out there...somewhere (out in sp...?) + a heavier, more 80s tinged sound, omigod!!!11!1!!, and the album is cheesier than a sack of Uriah Heep albums hidden in Wisconsin, but the Gammsters still manage to impress. The heavier approach actually bodes well for them, accenting the melodies while at the same time putting more meat on the songs' bones. And simply put, n.o.b.o.d.y does this particular style of music better than Kai Hansen and Co. Derivative though it may be, and derivative it is - very - No World Order! is as enjoyable a Euro power metal release as you're gonna find this year... Ark > Burn the Sun Zero Hour > The Towers of Avarice A perfectly bleak little concept package that walks a very fine line between convoluted technicality and a sense for grandiose theater. For one thing, Zero Hour gets some major props for their decidedly one of a kind sound...Ill go so far as to call it a soundscape even. The poetic lyrics on top of the raw, intense, almost hypnotically repetitive guitar lines paint an strikingly effective, minimalist picture of a hopeless, dying world; and much like the occasional piano soaked moments of drama that glide their way into the otherwise relentless musical onslaught, so does a glimmer of hope permeate the apocalyptic story...It all comes crashing down in a murky, tragic, downright horrifying climax though, and in so doing wraps up what is without doubt one of the more original releases of the year. Blackmores Night > Fires at Midnight The adventurin spirit is still nigh, as Blackmores Night get heavier and folksier. At the same time. And theyve never sounded better. Problem is, while filled to the brim with excellent songs, Fires lacks those one or two truly unforgettable highlights that really, er, lit up the last two albums |
the Top 20 |
(20 to 11)
20. Kamelot > Karma
the Top 10
10. Nikolo Kotzevs Nostradamus
- the Rock Opera the top 5 5. Royal Hunt > The Mission |
the sPeCiAL, random awards (for fairness sake, these only apply to the bands/albums that are on my list. except for those times when they dont) |
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And finally the years biggest, most epic battle for underachievement, ineptitude, and just plain sorry-ass-ness 2001s Hall of Shame |
Iced Earths Horror
Show Whether or not it actually had to happen (as things have a tendency to happen eventually), it did, and Iced Earth have coughed up this stunningly mediocre tribute to classic monsters of ye olde monster movie flicks. While somehow managing to avoid all those potential pratfalls of coming across as horribly trite and cheesy - something all too easy with the theme - the band has instead gotten themselves bogged down in something a good bit worse - a songwriting slump. While admirably different than the Iced Earth of the past, its quite UN-admirably different in a most UN-impressive, downright bad way. Forgettable, bland, stale - these wonderful descriptions all jump to mind, as most of the songs here have about as much presence as Bela Lugosi in Plan 9. There are a couple of good moments here and there, but those are cleverly hidden amid the contours of otherwise dreadfully dull, prosaic songs that are about as enticing as a weathered bootleg of deleted Blackula scenes. This monster has no bite to speak of, but be wary anyway... Evergreys In Search of Truth Simply put, In Search of Truth is a bad cliché. And if the album is any proof, clichés live quite the dreary lives; no matter how much you try and flesh them out, breathe that miracle of life into them, no matter how much stuff you tack onto them, they're always gonna be the sad, pithy clichés that they are. And darned if Evergrey didn't plop down a biggie here. And a cliché too! (sigh) Stuffed with everything from alien abductions to scared abductees to tape recorders and eerie choirs and question mark-prone "endings-or-are-they-really-endings ?, In Search of Truth still comes off as merely that never before shown medley of those particularly geeky X-Files episodes. Oh, and in the vaunted power/prog® metal format of course. Except, I'm not an X-Files fan. And while Evergrey was fairly interesting in the past, their current brand of music all but leaves me more frigid than (spooky alien content ahead) a cold examination table of sorts. I've said it in my review, and I'll say it here - I am just not feeling it one bit. The emotional prowess here is tantamount to a big flying saucer-shaped zero, and the songs are nowhere near interesting enough to survive on their own; just because Evergrey dont quite sound like anybody else doesnt mean that the album isnt horribly by the numbers. Because it is. And again with the freakin' aliens...*shudder* Edguys Mandrake Listening to Mandrake makes me think that Van Gogh might have been on to something. Overstaying its welcome more than an uninvited guest passed out at a VIPs-only party, Edguy's latest is about oh, fifty minutes too long. Yep, Mandrake happens to score quite the double whammy by being both utterly devoid of good ideas and teeming with a whole bunch of really really bad ones. Past what is actually a very decent opener, the album suddenly takes that all too vertical plunge into mediocrity that's as lethargic as it is downright histrionic - this is music that darn near screams out its sheer monotony. Now yes, yes, I suppose there is a twinge of hurt in dispensing lo these frank pleasantries, since back in the olden days when I was but a wee lad (or 1998 as some call it) Edguy happened to put out the positively fantabulous Vain Glory Opera. And I'd say that Mandrake was quite the faaaaaaaaaaar cry from it if that wasn't too complimentary a description. Give it a shot if you're interested in hearing some of the most banal, derivative "music" this side of a scrapped Heavenly/Nostradameus side project. And you can quote me on that. Therions Secrets of the Runes Leave it to Therion to create the most UNcompelling piece of music this year. To describe the album is to tell an epilogue for a sad story; Christofer Johnsson and his ever transforming crew did after all put out some amazing material in the past, and while I cannot exactly call their recent output particularly staggering, here they mark their total descent into sleep inducing muzak. And that's at least somewhat unsettling. Now, being the lenient type, I could forgive the band's lackluster metamorphosis into tepid power metal, the total lack of inventiveness, the aimless songs with their uncanny gift for turning eyelids to led...if any of it made me feel something. Anything. But it doesn't. Stagnation is made worse when it's completely devoid of life, don'tcha know! Heres a secret that should have been kept safely hidden... Beyond Twilights The Devils Hall of Fame Yikes. For such a sure shoo-in to the Hall of Shame, could you get any more ironic with the title? Tsk, tsk Before we adjourn and put this years shameful highlights out of their misery can I please get some unexpected, never ever before done novelty intro like a gothic-style choir? Ooh, ooh, and in Latin!! Yeah, cause er...no one's ever done that before. And wouldn't you know it, there is a particularly hokey variation of just that on the album. Ohhhyeah, "Spiritus Mutantus" indeed. Gag me with a freakin spoon. Um, alright, proceeding onwards now... How oh how do I start this one off...let's see here. Would you ask Martin Lawrence to write and direct a remake of Citizen Kane? Would you ask Trey Parker to paint a piece for a Victorian arts fest? Would you ask Jerry Falwell to string together at least one set of syllables that do not make him sound like an irrational zealot? Which is precisely why you do not ask someone to wax poetic on the mysteries of life whose idea of deep lyrics is rhyming "madness" with "sadness" ad nauseam and shamelessly lifting lines out of The Fisher King. Oh, not to worry, the music is utter $#it too; a sludgy as molasses tempo and creepy keyboards that trudge along with all the grace of a newborn calf do not a chilling atmosphere make. It's a sad day indeed when pretentious, self indulgent dross like this can pass of for something profound (as that certainly seems to be the misconception the band is laboring under) and significantly better and more talented bands go by entirely ignored and unnoticed, even by the underground community. This oh so destined Hall of Famer is tantamount to beating your head against a wooden board with a rusty nail or skinny dipping in that peculiar looking lake right behind the power plant...it just begs the question of "why?!" Why, with so many infinitely better choices out there, expose yourself to something that leaves such an unsightly shit smear on your musical tastes? Maybe Beyond Twilight has the answer, but damned if Im gonna venture in there looking for it again |