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(The Projector, Dec. 5, 2005)
"top"> Kate Rusby - The Girl Who Couldn't Fly
"https://razacharias.tripod.com/main.html/id34.html/demonhunter">Demon Hunter - The Triptych
"https://razacharias.tripod.com/main.html/id34.html/#blindside">Blindside - The Great Depression

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Kate Rusby-"The Girl Who couldn’t Fly"

(Pure Records, 2005)

Kate Rusby is a singer/songwriter from Yorkshire, England who has been bringing British folk music back to life for the last 10 years, demonstrating an elegance, charm, and admiration few can emulate.

The Girl Who Couldn’t Fly is a conquest of contemporary music that makes new sound old, with a symphonic fusion of stringed and wind instruments, brass ensembles, acoustic guitars, and Rusby’s gripping voice.

Listeners will discover much to love about this album. "A strong collection of traditional ballads and self-penned charmers that firmly establish Rusby as the Alison Krauss of British folk music," is how the album is defined by English media writers.

Rusby’s songs are often presented in an erotic nature, such as the suggestive opener, The Game on All Fours.

Songs such as Elfin King, Little Jack Frost, and The Lark are wonders that will prevail to be timeless. A cover of Pee Wee King’s, You Belong to Me, is brilliant. Traditional Yorkshire folk songs are included on the album along with a few beautiful lullabies and, surprisingly, a children’s song.

The Girl Who Couldn’t Fly is a blend of musical compositions, including Celtic rock and traditional Yorkshire folk. Rusby’s quivering voice unveils an intimate relationship with the genres featured on this album, arouses listeners, beckoning them to move in for a seductive encounter with her music.

You will fly.

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Blindside - "The Great Depression"

(Atlantic, 2005)

Swedish rockers, Blindside, have gained a loyal following since their self-titled debut album in ‘97. Five albums later, the boisterous Blindside that fans are so mad about still exists, but sadly, the lacklustre production of the band’s latest project, The Great Depression, lowers the excitement level down signficantly.

The previous album, About a Burning Fire, praised by both press and fans, was followed up by tours with Linkin Park and Hoobastank. Blindside’s popularity was on the rise. But after Warner Music Group restructured, the band’s label, Elektra, merged with Atlantic Records, leaving Blindside lost in land of corporate confusion.

The Great Depression is much more subdued than the intensity of Silence and About a Burning Fire (Elektra).  Instead, the band returns to the sound of their first two albums, Blindside and A Thought Crushed My Mind (Tooth & Nail). If this concerns you, rest reassured: this music is not for the squeamish. The band still thrashes around as if they are possessed, as vocalist Christian Lindskog switches from melodic screaming to guttural shrieking at a moment’s notice. Unfortunately, he sounds much better on previous records, where the band’s experimentation with astounding time signature changes and tempo alterations boggles the mind.

This Is A Heart Attack is contagious, with a chorus that mixes harmonious singing with gut-wrenching screaming, aggressive guitars, and  rhythmically-bizarre elements. Put Back the Stars is a display of full-throttle emotion, demonstrating elegant transitions from hardcore carnage to melodious lullaby. Fell in Love with the Game is an infectious infiltration of metal. Yemkela was written out of Lindskog’s experiences in Africa, where he witnessed AIDS and poverty destroying countless lives. We Are To Follow expresses blatant disgust of materialism and the media promoting it.

The Great Depression shows hints of the band’s incredible talent, but is quite simply, under-produced.  Blindside’s music is supposed to be played loud, but I’ll stick to specific tracks or previous efforts if I want to reap the full benefits of authentic headbanging mahem.

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Demon Hunter - "The Tritych"   

(Reprise, 2005)

Demon Hunter’s music was once described to me as the equivalent of a gigantic wrecking ball completely annihilating several small buildings amongst a barrage of shattered glass.  More accurately, it is similar to having one’s head smashed in with a sledgehammer, refusing to relinquish its fury.

Last year’s video, Not Ready to Die, appeared on MTV2’s Headbanger’s Ball. The Triptych, occasionally reminiscent of previous albums, features superior production quality and improved songwriting; however, predictability overpowers the improvements.

Loaded with enough brutality to satisfy the stingiest of angry-music appetites, the CD begins with a 29-second operatic number; those unfamiliar with the band are blissfully unaware of the onslaught about to wreak havoc on their ears. Not I and The Soldier’s Song are definitive Demon Hunter, as pulsating rhythms and blistering guitars, lead listeners on a vast musical journey.

Ryan Clark’s signature growls are relentless, particularly showcased in Relentless Intolerance and Ribcage; however, in a musical universe chock-full of lung-busting vocalists, Clark is unique. His diversity ranges from harmonious singing to stentorian screaming; casting doubts it is the same person. A Thousand Apologies, an alt-metal song featuring beautiful, melodic vocals, is destined for radio. Surprises include pianobased Tide Began to Rise and the haunting Deteriorate; however, the majority of the tracks are typical Demon Hunter: sizzling guitar riffs court Ryan’s trademark roars.

Fans of the first two albums will find solace with Fire to my Soul, Our Faces Fall Apart, and Beauty through the Eyes of a Predator.  Rarely do I think covers are successful; however, the remake of Prong’s Snap your Fingers, Snap your Neck is a notable exception.

A triptych is "a work consisting of three painted or carved panels that are hinged together." Three limited edition art covers for the album have been released, making this definition apropos.

The Triptych has definite highlights. The predictability of some songs is unfortunate, but the sure magnitude of the band will cause fans to overlook and forgive.