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Rating: After 20 years, the second album by Pendragon, an English band from Stroud, Gloucestershire, is being republished and remastered. They are fully representative of the movement recognized as progressive rock, ideally continuing the work carried out by great bands of the previous decade (think Genesis above all): compared to their predecessors, the music is less rough, and the more melodic sounds led some to define them as “new romantic”.
Our band frequently crosses paths with more well-known groups like Marillion (they share a manager for the production of this album) and Arena; however, their fortune is less, as they fail to break through and be welcomed into the wide arms of a major label. They invent a label, Toff Records, deciding to do everything on their own. If you love music with omnipresent keyboards and melancholic, dreamy guitars and have grasped the genre, this album is for you. Compared to the original version, this one includes two additional bonus tracks: “Armageddon” and “Insomnia”, which do not add much, overall, to the work. To highlight a song above all, “The Black Knight”, the seventh track, is a nearly ten-minute suite that represents, more than any other, the common style of this and other similar groups: the frequent and sudden rhythm changes, these atmospheres always suspended between dream and reality, between twilight and evening fog, their lyrics like minstrels/storytellers of the 20th century, poised between dreaminess and melancholy.
From the band of that time, only Peter Gee, bassist and second guitar, and Nick Barrett remain, the founder, a survivor of the original lineup, with a superb voice in the high tones but weak for the low ones, and a guitar so good it earned the "best guitarist 2001" award from the British Classic Rock Society.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Leviathan (06:13)
You killed my future, I looked on in pain
I hoped to see a poppy field at the end
My ears did burn, I recollect your thoughts
You didn’t even try to replace your hate for love
You’re a matt black box, a pair of unwashed socks
A braincell killer with my life on the rocks
I tried to stamp you out
Shut you out of my mind
All I could do was to keep in line
Never look behind, you never know what you’ll find
As a child I’d hide, as a child I never was told
I never was told, I never was told
I got lost in the deep green sea
No source is greater, my moon’s a crater
We got left by the forest edge
No source is great
At the end of the day, in the Autumn years of my like
I simply walk away and shuffle my feet
I’m a stranger that I’ll never meet
My ears did burn, I recollect your thoughts
You didn’t even try to replace your hate for love
You’re a matt black box, a pair of unwashed socks
A braincell killer with my life on the rocks
I tried to stamp you out
09 Victims of Life (06:53)
There up the city of the nights.. oh come without trace
they and the up back times they still remember the days
when they was search for but wasn't the trees
in all they are the possibles things may at life
seem beautiful we never really knew at all
Hingen to my life hang on to my soul
But the inner bull flight must been more to me
that a thounsand years below
Among the worth and the trees and you're behind a
posibles things made our life seems so beautiful
There up the city a big times
Don't needs to pull out to fight
but sound it made both incredible
it was cried a sight but that never forget
among the worth and the trees and you're behind a
posibles things that made our life seems beautiful
we never really knew at all hang on to my life
hang on to my soul
But the inner bull flight must been more to me
that a thousand years below
Among the worth and the trees and you´re behind a
posibles things made our life seems so beautiful
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