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White Label Wednesday: Art of Noise, “Close (to the Edit)”

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Damn, why won’t this car start?

The most amusing thing in retrospect about “Close (to the Edit),” and Who’s Afraid of the Art of Noise? (1984), the album that spawned it, is that the first kids in my hometown that gravitated to the Art of Noise were the breakdancers. Their music didn’t quite gel with Mantronix, or Newcleus, or the other electro-funk stuff they were blasting out of their boom boxes – even funnier is the fact that many people just assumed that the Art of Noise were black, solely because of their affiliation with the electro scene – but a big beat is a big beat, and “Close (to the Edit)” has some seriously big beats. The problem, though, was that once the breakdancers gravitated to the album, it was instantly uncool to like the Art of Noise.

Luckily for me, I was already uncool.

For the life of me, I could not imagine how someone could watch Zbigniew Rybczynski’s eye-popping video for “Close (to the Edit)” and not think that was the coolest song or video ever made. Three guys in business suits bashing the shit out of various instruments to one colossal drum beat (Alan White of Yes, as sampled by Art of Noise founder and producer extraordinaire Trevor Horn), and the main instrumentation consisted of the sound of a car starting at various speeds? (A VW Golf, if Wikipedia is correct) It was a veritable cornucopia of awesomeness! And yet, whenever I sang the song or video’s praises to any of my cooler, macho friends, the response was always the same: “Fag.”

Fuck those guys. (more…)

CD Review: Yes, “Symphonic Live”

Yes – Symphonic Live (2009, Eagle Records)
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It’s hard for me to judge the music of Yes in any rational way — and even harder when it comes to this two-disc soundtrack from Eagle Records’ previous DVD release. This would have been a much different case had you caught me in the 1990s, as I frequently went back to those albums when I wanted to zone out on long blocks of prog rock goodness, but the band’s particular brand of lush, epic composition is now lodged in that “gotta be in a mood” category for me, perhaps permanently. While Symphonic Live is a novel way of representing some of those classics for the umpteenth time,  it fails to really catch fire.

That alone caused me to think it over. What’s the matter? You have Messrs. Anderson, Howe, Squire and White playing their hearts out in front of an orchestra! This should be a home run, no debate, and yet there is a by-rote feel to the proceedings that relegates the performances to the “eh, whatever” pile. After a brief moment of detective work, I hit upon what it was and have come to the conclusion Rick Wakeman was the most important member of the band. Jon Anderson emoted about strange mysticism and phantasmagoria, Chris Squire plunked out that dirty low end, and Steve Howe played the guitar with possessed perfection, but they all stood still. They stayed in their cubicle and performed. Meanwhile, madman Wakeman, in his ridiculous spangled capes, flipped and fiddled about on multiple keyboards, pianos and what-not, providing the musical and visual acrobatics for the show.

You can surmise then that Wakeman had no part in this recording and his circus atmosphere is sorely missing. You’re still listening to these stellar musicians doing their best in front of a solid ensemble, but so what? Where’s the excitement? Perhaps this live outing truly needed the DVD’s visual aspect to put it across, but there’s zero danger in the audio edition. Bad enough that almost every track, from “Roundabout” and “Long Distance Runaround” to “And You And I” and “Close To The Edge” has been done, and done, and done before (excepting the three songs from the Magnification album,  which this 1997 tour promoted,) it’s more egregious that this neat gimmick of orchestral backing lends nothing to the songs. Actually, a well-versed Mellotron player could have done a lot more with a lot less (again, paging Dr. Wakeman) and kept the energy up. What we wind up with is nothing less than a PBS pledge drive special where the former act goes out there and tries to dredge former glories for the benefit of the millionth airing of Ken Burns’ Civil War and a box full of tote bags.

The biggest error of Yes’ Symphonic Live is that these long-form songs sound just that: long. In the original recordings and a few live CDs, if you actually had a tolerance for prog pomposity (I do) those songs didn’t feel so lengthy, but man, oh man, do they feel labored here. On paper, their run-through of “The Gates Of Delerium” from the Relayer album sounds like a good idea. Here, you’re counting down the minutes until the “Soon” coda and wondering if you just aren’t the marathon runner you used to be. Never fear; it’s not you or a lack of iron in your diet. Symphonic Live is pretty, but it’s also a drag.

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