Few musical groups from the 70s have managed to embody the spirit and soul of the sublime movement called Progressive Rock so well. Undoubtedly, the Gentle Giant can boast of being prog 100%, like almost no other band, from the beginning to the end of their career, which ended in 1980 for reasons of coherence, as they were reluctant to steer towards other musical genres just to remain in the public’s sphere of interest. They are the manifesto of progressive, so much so that the drawing of the Giant appears on almost all the covers of the few books that discuss the topic.

But do the Gentle Giant play jazz? Do they play folk-medieval music? Do they play baroque rock? Do they play experimental music? Yes and no: the influences are manifold, but they do not mix, rather they blend into each other, forming what makes unique the style and the sound of the Gentle Giant. The rhythms often alternate in odd time signatures, the music is extremely melodic, making it not easy listening for ears not accustomed to these characteristics. It's just a matter of understanding the music and appreciating the great compositional work done by musicians of this caliber, technically among the best ever to appear on this planet. They are all multi-instrumentalists and the band has used over 30 different musical instruments, both in the studio and live: electric guitars, 12-string guitar, bass, drums, various types of percussion, organ, piano, harpsichord, spinet, clarinet, various synthesizers, violin, cello, trumpet, tenor and soprano sax, vibraphone, and even an instrument invented by them, the Shulberry, a sort of percussion guitar, played for example in the intro of Playing The Game, from the album The Power And The Glory. A truly extraordinary group then, in which five members out of six sang. One of the singers, Phil Shulman, with the ethereal and velvety voice, decided to leave the band after concluding the tour of Octopus. The tours were tiring for him, and Phil preferred life with his family at home. But the two brothers Derek and Ray certainly do not lose heart because the lineup is now solid with drummer John Weathers now well integrated into the band (ever notice his resemblance to the friendly giant logo of GG?) and with Kerry Minnear and Gary Green always in great form.

In A Glass House saw the light in 1973, a superb album that excellently represents a worthy follow-up to Octopus. Breaking glass and complex rhythms open The Runaway, with flutes, choruses, and vibraphone in the interludes and Gary Green's guitar in the spotlight. An Inmates Lullaby is a very peculiar and catchy progressive lullaby. Much more rhythm and speed in Way Of Life with virtuoso breaks and numerous changes of theme. Experience begins with almost baroque music sung by keyboardist Kerry Minnear, then arrives at that beautiful bass break on which Derek Shulman's vocal line comes in, offering a remarkable performance here. The violins in A Reunion are magical, a passionate ballad, again with Kerry Minnear's sweet voice. The title track closes the original album and fully represents the definition of symphonic rock. The ending with the slide-guitar and the little medley that ends with the broken glass is beautiful.
 On the recently remastered version, we also find two live tracks: the medley The Runaway/Experience recorded in Düsseldorf in 1976 and In A Glass House recorded in Münster in 1974.

It is truly a shame that such a band was not properly appreciated by the public in the past, while critics have always praised their achievements. In Germany, the Netherlands, and Italy, they have always had a rather substantial following, and it is a pleasure to note how the new generations of Progressive fans appreciate Gentle Giant, so much so that nowadays they sell more than they did in the past. They are the true Kings of Prog.      

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   The Runaway (07:15)

He is the runaway, Lie low the wanted man
Mask his elusive face, Soon he will getaway and free is his
future no more aimless time to spend
And evading, he's escaping
Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.

Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his
tail.

And yet his joy is empty and sad.

All thoughts are scarred with the prison cell and freedom
seems like freedom's hell
Hopes stained with strange regret, His dreams are dreams
for that he cannot get.

And yet his joy is empty and sad.

Lose all identity, Vanish in own denial
Seeks only lies and hide, Truth never brought to trial.
And caught in his own net, he looks to find endless life and
evading, he's escaping
Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.

Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his
tail.

02   An Inmates Lullaby (04:39)

Lying down here in the afternoon
In my pretty cosy little cushioned room
I can talk to all my funny friends in here
I was told to rest why ... I am not quite clear
Eating flowers growing in the garden where there are tasty
tulips and I don't care
If I wet my trousers there was no time
I had nowhere else to go nowhere else I could find

Staring up at the great big white light
That shines everyday and shines all through the night
Hearing voices of the silly friends of mine
Always lock the door nurses waiting outside all the time

Hurt myself this morning, Doctor gave me warning sent me
to my room and told me that I'm bad

I heard someone saying I think he'll be staying maybe for a
long time, Why does everybody else think that I'm mad
I heard someone saying I think he'll be staying maybe for a
long time and that I'm mad

Lying down here in the afternoon
In my pretty cosy little cushioned room
I can talk to all my funny friends in here
I was told to rest why ... I am not quite clear

03   Way of Life (08:04)

You'll find an answer, You've got to believe in your own way
of life.
So you'll have to find an answer, You'll have to find a way,
Try to find, Try to find.

You'll try to question her, Does she believe in the choice of
your life.
So you have to try to ask her, when you are away, left
behind, out of mind; away.

And in the end you discover, examine, you have to decide if
there is an answer, if there is a way, Let her find piece of
mind.

And another day, all alone, think there is away at home.
Every other may, have their own, way of life that is their
own.
And your wandering only a game to realise no joy your
own.

And another day, all alone, choice of life is not your own.

You'll try to question her, Does she believe in the way of
your life.
So you have to try to ask her, You'll have to find a way, left
behind, out of mind; away.

04   Experience (07:50)

Once I was a boy, an innocent to life and my role in it,
This world played my game, and anyone a clown or foil for
myself

The harmless affairs, and no-one seemed to care for any
meaning
My life was my own, The debt I paid, I paid it only to
myself

The unseeing youth, how can it be so shallow and short-
sighted
These years passed me by, to realise the folly of these unripe
years

Now I am a man, I realise
My unworldly sins pained many lives
Yet I heard, heard with ears that wouldn't listen
And still I watched and I saw with blinkered eyes

But with age the conscience slowly dawns and bonds of
duty gently tied
All my sins, seen through now there is experience and
recollecting act in virgin guise.

Master inner voices, making the choices

Once I could rebel and consequences then had no reflection
And I am a man, And I am bound by adult age discretion
now

05   A Reunion (02:11)

Meeting in this way who could have known
How our destinies and ways apart have grown.

Looking still the same after all these years changing only in
my memories not clear

And believing all futures we would share

Fate design playing natures mime and today by chance we
meet again after all this time

Meeting in this way no-one could have known.

Sharing thoughts and deeds simple harmony plans and
hopes erased in our maturity

Now tomorrow's dreams are now yesterday.

Fate design playing natures mime and today by chance we
meet again after all this time

Meeting in this way no-one could have known.

06   In a Glass House (08:09)

Looking through the window can you tell me what you see.
You're sure you're really seeing what is meant to be a Glass
a mirror to reflect what I conspire a vision, image I desire.

Standing on the ice believing all I'm searching for
Close your cloudy eyes and chase all that you did before
Standing on the ice believing all I'm for
Close your cloudy eyes and chase all that you did before

Living in a glass house shielding all that's meant for me
Can you clear the shade and can you tell me what you see.

Shadow fills the light until the glass house becomes the
night
Dark is gleaming or am I dreaming

Running everywhere
Seeing clearly when I dare
Is it today or is it your way

And the moon must fall
Inspiration waits for your call for you to get a silhouette

Narrow the field aim in any direction
Do what I feel just to see my reflection

Any turn I know
Disappearing everywhere I go
I look to you for what I do

And only then I see
That the glass house is just for me
And any time is never mine

Narrow the field aim in any direction
Do what I feel just to see my reflection

Shadow fills the light until the glass house becomes night
Dark is gleaming or am I dreaming

Running everywhere
Seeing clearly when I dare
Is it today or is it your way

And the moon must fall
Inspiration waits for your call for you to get a silhouette

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