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Rating: "Oh My God"
I expected something of value, but nothing so delightfully and fluidly blended. A forgotten jewel among the remnants of ancient South American civilizations. It begins with Floydian reminiscences soaked in mystical tribalism that seems like "Through Silver in Blood, The Prologue", unfortunately, right after the Cure (!) of "Lullaby" reinterpreted in a shamanic way appear before your eyes. The exorcism is completed. (Or just begun?) We await the sun to say...
The Liquid Temple anticipates the Galaxie 500 of "Spook" in the presence of rituals I prefer to continue to ignore. There the tone will be abulic, here magical. The Dark Spirits hide behind a post-punk rhythmic section (the Wire of 154?) embodying the quintessential shaman rock spirit: Jim. No distractions though, "Bear Cave" has started. The Bear moves on glacial coordinates, the piece seems like the little cousin of "One Hundred Years" sung by Stephen Immerwahr (ex Codeine), or if you prefer, by Michael Gira awakening from a total anesthesia. The temperature has dropped. And significantly. "Dreamings Ending" sounds like how "Let there Be More Light" would sound in the hands of Led Zeppelin. The tribal practice seems no longer under control...
"Oh My God"
Again, the future ghost of "Spook" peeks in the Electric Flowers, so evident that one wonders if the 500's version is an unauthorized cover. The visceral love for the Cure is reiterated in "Moonlight", little sister this time of "Cold", always under Floydian supervision. These with "Pornography" have made love, there's no denying it. And this path continues with "Where Merlin Plays" which could represent an ancient Aztec dance under mushrooms by a Saucerful Of Secrets. Ready, set-go. The second CD starts (ah... so far we have tasted the first...) with the remake of "The Nile Song" from "More". Frankly, I prefer the original, because The Spirits of the Red Temple offer a moderately verbatim and overly faithful version of it. But it's a detail. They are Lost In The Dream (as the penultimate track's title says), but we're lost inside too, because this blender mix of Wire + Cure + Floyd is, if not The pinnacle, one of the pinnacles of the work. Yes, ONE of the pinnacles. I forgot the final suite, a worthy tail that aims to exalt its mystical spirit, a kind of gothic "Trilogy" where Faircolth now assumes the guise of Morrison, now of Robert Smith, seamlessly.
"Oh My... ehm"... perhaps it's not wise to invoke it too often, the Light of Christ has been revealed...
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