[NewRomantic - October 26, 2008 in the early afternoon] O God of Progressive Metal, grant me the strength to properly celebrate this immortal, powerful, heartbreaking, rocky, exciting, deeply moving MASTERPIECE. Behold, if I were to start the review with these words, you would immediately understand that you are facing an aficionado, an amateur, a fan who certainly makes no claims to objectivity. But we are science, not science fiction. So let us embark on a serene and calm analysis of the most famous quintet in Progressive Metal and of what many consider their most representative work: "Images And Words."
Mike Portnoy has been defined as the greatest drummer of all time by a large number of music critics, among whom we remember John Portnoy, David Portnoy, and Josephine Halloran in Portnoy. The charismatic leader of the group and a handsome man, Portnoy is famous for having written a song in honor of his wife's water breaking, which occurred during the sessions of his seventeenth side project, involving John Petrucci on even days, Neal Morse on odd days, and the lady who cleaned the studio on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
James LaBrie, not to be confused with the homonymous delicious French cheese, is the vocalist who has most divided critics and the public. The more questioning fringe of fans admits to a certain limitation in vocal range and an unexciting stage presence, while the most hardcore fans simply drool and string together meaningless phrases, as usual. And it's a real shame because, in fact, LaBrie has a certain stylistic quality that makes his voice an improbable yet successful mix of Freddy Mercury, Ozzy Osbourne, and Nikka Costa. His trembling falsetto vibrato is unforgettable.
John Myung is a Mongolian bassist unjustly less famous than Saturnino, but instrumentally he wipes the floor with him! But let’s not digress; rather, let’s remember that time Myung tackled LaBrie on stage while he was singing, just for the hell of it. Fantastic! Let’s be honest: can you imagine Saturnino tackling Jovanotti while he sings? Certainly not.
There’s no Jordan Rudess, the keyboardist whom some relentless and fashionable critics have dubbed "the man with a toilet brush for a beard." Instead, we have Kevin Moore.
Lastly, I saved him for last, John Petrucci, the most celebrated guitar hero of the last twenty years, whatever that means. It’s pointless to dwell on Petrucci’s technical mastery. Suffice it to say he is second only to Steve Vai, Jeff Beck, Joe Satriani, Steve Morse, Alex Skolnick, David Gilmour, Frank Gambale, Steve Hackett, Jimi Hendrix, Allan Holdsworth, Rory Gallagher, Vernon Reid... You can find the complete list in the yellow pages.
But now, for the fans' delight, let’s move on to a telegraphic track-by-track. Let’s hope DeBaser's hard drive is big enough.
The five boys from Boston kick off very technically, melodically, albeit rhythmically with the opening "Pull Me Under." Petrucci delights with granite riffs and a solo of pure travertine. At one point, the power goes out in the recording studio, and you can’t hear a damn thing.
"Another Day" is one of the band’s most famous ballads, a nice slow jam typical of middle school dances. An exceptional solo by Petrucci traverses every conceivable scale on his guitar. Here, as in many other albums, the slow song allows the musicians to showcase their melodic skills while still being technical and rhythmic.
"Take The Time." Take that, critics! LaBrie's vocal versatility is incredible as he perfectly imitates a twelve-year-old girl. At one point, you even hear him say in Italian: "Now that I’ve lost my sight, I see more." The Romanesco version was discarded in post-production: "Mo' che sò cecato, ce vedo deppiù. E STICAZZI!?" Remarkable solo by Petrucci.
"Surrounded" is a sweet song, melodic with a good dose of technique and rhythm. A big riff and Petrucci's solo over joyful and sparkling keyboards like fresh wine. LaBrie performs a miracle with his high school crush