Archive for March, 2003

I have a mild affinity for King Crimson

Tuesday, March 4th, 2003

Q. Define ‘fanboy’.

A. One who owns 12 discs of live recordings of one incarnation of King Crimson. Exhibit A: Brandon Wu -

Can I actually tell all these different live performances apart? Uh, some of them. Is this way too much overkill? Uh, probably, but I don’t care. Every recording is worth something to me, and I enjoy every one of them. I’m a fanboy, after all. It was great for me that DGM decided to begin selling Collector’s Club CDs to the general public - I never took the $96 plunge originally, because I was afraid there’d be a lot of material that I wouldn’t be interested in, from the 80’s band for instance (hell, I already have 24 live discs of non-mid-70s Crimson!). I was right, but damn did I miss out on some great releases. The Mainz one in particular is flat-out stunning at times, and the shows with Muir are of course absolutely great to have.

Really, really, really bad albums

Saturday, March 1st, 2003

So I’m about to review DeyssAt-King, one of the acknowledged lowlights of the entire history of progressive rock. I was poking around looking for stuff on similarly bad albums, and it struck me that we were all way too charitable in our reviews of Double Helix’s The Butterfly Effect. Cause that album is much, much, much worse than At-King ever gets. Looking back at those reviews, you can tell we were all straining to try not to be completely, disrespectfully insulting. Sean wrote a highly amusing summary of it to that’s much more the kind of thing I wish I’d written for my review:

With this one it’s really hard to know where to begin. It’s two female singers (one formerly of Solstice), one of whom has an alright voice and the other an almost unspeakably bad voice. They are backed by the finest in Casio equipment as they sing for over 70 minutes (it will seem longer) about outer space, wars with Martians or other compelling, relevant social issues. It’s about as DIY as it gets from a production and recording level, but in hands this inept it should have been a PSE (Pay Someone Else) release instead. To reinforce the sci-fi theme all the musicians have Star Trek titles like shuttle pilot or transporter chief. Just when you think it’s as bad as it can get it gets worse; if the song where one singer sings half-scales (i.e. tonic through dominant and then back down to tonic) above her comfortable range doesn’t kill you, the one sung in French will make you kill yourself.