Voto:
Focusing for a moment on the first point, namely the specific "pseudo-plagiarisms," I wanted to draw your attention to two excerpts from the album “Metropolis Part 2: Scenes from a Memory”: the first, “Regression,” is a blatant and overly explicit reference to “Outside the Wall” by Pink Floyd. The second, “The Spirit Carries On,” in the part of the central solo, not only clearly references Gilmour's solo from “Shine On You Crazy Diamond,” but even plagiarizes it in a section where Petrucci exactly copies one of Gilmour's bends. Aside from this, the point I feel is most important to emphasize is how their approach completely lacks style: in their widespread citationism, the framework of their approach generally remains that of a progressive suite or a rock ballad, with few and largely insignificant exceptions (the more “experimental” “Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence,” pathetic in its mimicry of more than one passage from King Crimson, or “Falling Into Infinity,” even more banal in rehashing the atmospheric sound of the Floyd during the Parsons era), and yet they offer no real innovation to the suite or long piece format beyond the mere addition of other elements, such as some metal tropes (double kick, palm muting, 2/4 time signatures) or other hints that, as such, never genuinely contribute to the group’s “poetics.” In fact, every piece of theirs, in its intricate and unfolding dynamic and rhythmic changes, never fails to rest on a few dogmas that inevitably repeat themselves. And these dogmas, by definition, cannot constitute style: for while each of them is clearly and consciously a cultured and particularly technical musician at an executional level, at the same time their interpretation is never personal, always referential, chasing in its frenzied mutations a “already said.” For example, Petrucci is completely anonymous in how he interprets metal tropes: when I listen to his palm muting, I do not feel at all that expressiveness, that precise purpose that someone like Hetfield can have, for instance. It is precisely this glaring lack of purpose beyond the mere context of the piece that renders the execution of Dream Theater entirely formless. And for this reason, their reliance on tropes does not imply a reinterpretation, but in its superficial dependence on what a passage of a piece unfolds at the precise moment of its existence, it is merely to cite something that, in its repetition and in its never being avoided from piece to piece, constitutes nothing but a dogma. This is a blatant and unresolved contradiction: because while one might argue that such an approach is motivated by a fundamentally “jamming” framework, it does not explain why every element within the piece, despite referencing very different genres, has an extraordinarily formalized, precise, and inevitable placement. First and foremost, I refer to Labrie's singing, which, with its polished vocal clarity, always and only has a pathetic function in the literal sense of the term, but also the use and position of guitar solos, or the emphasizing entrances of keyboards.