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Pure emotions. That’s all you can expect when Steven Wilson is involved, one of the many misunderstood geniuses of today’s music scene, on par with the likes of Daniel Gildenlow, Roine Stolt, Neal Morse, and the rest...
In this "In Absentia", dated 2002, emotions truly reach their peak. The 12 tracks of this work seem crafted to enter the heart and from there be pumped throughout the entire circulatory system. This is surely thanks to the new sound the band has been offering since the times of "Stupid Dream"; if in the first four albums psychedelia, the heavy use of distorted sounds, and spatial synthesizers in perfect Pink Floyd style were predominant, now the P.T. opt for a sound that is decidedly more delicate, less psychedelic and filled with much warmer and more sentimental sounds; and "In Absentia" is pure confirmation of what was proposed in the previous two works "Stupid Dream" and "Lightbulb Sun" and continues to offer exquisite acoustic parts, delicate and subtle keyboard backgrounds, and piano touches capable of taking the listener beyond what he can see with his eyes and lose his gaze beyond the horizon, yet heavier riffs that the new sound of the band entails are not lacking. And in this work it seems that all this reaches perfection.
The most touching and atmospheric track is undoubtedly, in my opinion, "Gravity Eyelids" where the keyboard background is full-bodied and determined even if it has to contend with the excellent "Prodigal" and above all ".3"; but the peak of emotions is reached in the splendid and melancholic "Heartattack In A Lay By" and "Collapse The Light Into Earth" where we let ourselves be carried away by an intense and lively piano and truly profound and well-arranged orchestrations. The acoustic fineness is perfected instead in the excellent "Trains" and "The Sound Of Muzak" and "Lips Of Ashes", while heavier riffs are found in the opener "Blackest Eyes", in the instrumental "Wedding Nails" where there is also a daring rhythmic play, in the sharp sounds of "The Creator Has A Mastertape" and in "Strip The Soul", also supported by an excellent bass groove.
And an unfortunate moment? Is there one? No, there isn’t, every track is curated in every detail; Steven Wilson is someone who doesn't want to know what superficiality is... because superficiality leads to loss of quality, loss of class, and he knows it well! Consequently, every album he gives us is listened to till the last track without thinking there might be a bum note and especially without boredom, thrilling till the last note!
Porcupine Tree is truly a band that makes a difference in today's prog scene; a band that wants to avoid comparisons with the more famous colleagues and therefore creates its own style, common to very few others, never afraid of being misunderstood! A recommendation especially for those tired of the usual prog and who truly want a more evolved and dreamy prog!
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Blackest Eyes (04:23)
A mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy
A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It's so erotic when your make up runs
I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes
A few minutes with me inside my van
Should be so beautiful if we can
I'm feeling something taking over me
I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes
I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes
02 Trains (05:56)
Train set and match spied under the blind,
Shiny and contoured the railway winds,
And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed,
The hiss of the train at the railway head,
Always the summers are slipping away,
A 60 ton angel falls to the earth,
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur,
Scars in the country, the summer and her,
Always the summers are slipping away,
Find me a way for making it stay,
When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide,
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck,
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up,
I'm dying of love
It's OK,
When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide,
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck,
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up,
I'm dying of love
It's OK,
Always the summers are slipping away,
Find me a way for making it stay,
Always the summers are slipping away,
Always the summers are slipping away...
04 The Sound of Muzak (04:59)
Hear the sound of music
Drifting in the aisles
Elevator prozac
Stretching on for miles
The music of the future
Will not entertain
It's only meant to repress
And neutralise your brain
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
One of the wonders of the world
Is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world
That no-one cares
No-one cares enough
Now the sound of music
Comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you
Building cheaper thrills
The music of rebellion
Makes you wanna rage
But it's made by millionaires
Who are nearly twice your age
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
One of the wonders of the world
Is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world
That no-one cares
No-one cares enough
05 Gravity Eyelids (07:56)
Open your eyes now
Hear me out before I lose my mind
I've been waiting for hours
Let the salt flow, feel my coil unwind
Give me a smile please
Count the calm and watch my breathing slow
Winding me up tease
Get inside my head and make it show
Gravity eyelids come down
Touching your oil skin
Slipping hands down past your waist to find
I've been waiting for hours
Let the salt flow, feel my coil unwind
Go to the edge swim
Brown the eyes that sleep has rendered blind
1. Gravity eyelids come down
2. Come love so young with your gold arms so I wake her
3. Here's a will that will glow in the dark
07 Prodigal (05:32)
I don't know whose side I'm on
I don't think that I belong round here
If I left the stage would that be wrong ?
I tried to find myself a better way
I got religion but I went astray
They took my money and I lost my faith
Rain keeps crawling down the glass
The good times never seem to last
Close your eyes and let the thought pass
I tried the capsule and I tried the smoke
I tried to aid escape like normal folk
But I never seemed to get the joke
Rain keeps crawling down the glass
The good times never seem to last
Close your eyes and let the thought pass
These are my old clothes
This is a new low
This is my blood flow
This is my headstone
I spend my days with all my friends
They're the ones on who my life depends
I'm gonna miss them when the series ends
Rain keeps crawling down the glass
(Pull yourself together)
The good times never seem to last
(You know it's not so bad)
Close your eyes and let the thought pass
(Close your eyes and let it pass)
09 The Creator Has a Mastertape (05:21)
He captured and collected things
And he put them in a shed
He raised a proper family
So he could tie them to a bed
The creator had a mastertape
But he left it in a cab
I stared into the void tonight
The best dream I ever had
He worked himself into the ground
And drove a spike into his head
A voice said "Are you happy now ?
Your sordid home is running red?"
The creator had a mastertape
But he left it in a cab
I stared into the void tonight
The best dream I ever had
Pills and chloroform
All the pages torn
Pills and chloroform
All the pages torn
Pills and chloroform
All the pages torn
10 Heartattack in a Layby (04:15)
I pull off the road
East of Baldock and Ashford
Feeling for my cell
In the light from the dashboard
Hissing from the road
The smell of rain in the air con
Maybe check the news
Or just put a tape on
Lighting up a smoke
I've got this feeling inside me
Don't feel too good
If I close my eyes
And fell asleep in this layby
Would it all subside
The fever pushing the day by
Motor window wind
I could do with some fresh air
Can't breathe too well
(She waits for me. Home waits for me.)
I guess I should go now
She's waiting to make up
To tell me she's sorry
And how much she missed me
I guess I'm just burnt out
I really should slow down
I'm perfectly fine but
I just need to lie down
We'll grow old together
We'll grow old together
We'll grow old together....
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