Even though we are talking about an incredibly varied genre like prog, there is a component that unites almost all bands of the genre, whether we are talking about Jazz-Addicted, folklore, space-rock, experimental, and the like: the vocalist. Although some mentioned bands use their singers sparingly (especially speaking of some representatives of the Canterbury scene like Camel and the 2nd reincarnation of Caravan, Hatfield and The North), or even do not use vocalists at all (the first two works by Henry Cow must absolutely be mentioned in this context), the male gender at singing is an indisputable common denominator... nevertheless, there is the exception that proves the rule: Renaissance.
Born from the ashes of the Yardbirds, Renaissance changed their lineup multiple times before reaching their most successful formation; this happened after the first two albums, when, after yet another shake-up, Annie Haslam was hired, a vocalist still capable today of hitting very high vocal notes; her singing perfectly harmonizes with the artistic process of the band, led by folk guitarist Michael Dunford (who later became a composer and arranger at the expense of Rob Hendry), pianist John Tout, and drummer Terence Sullivan. Thus, Renaissance's most successful lineup was born, debuting with Prologue (1972, Sovereign), followed closely by Ashes Are Burning (1973, Harvest Records), with yet another change in lineup, due to the removal of the electric guitar, which led to Dunford's return to the guitar.
The change in sound between Prologue and Ashes Are Burning isn't as marked as it might seem, despite the removal of the electric guitar both albums are greatly influenced by quite clean melodies reminiscent of classical music greats like Debussy, Albinoni, Bach and others, without seeking gloomy or violent atmospheres; therefore, we are faced with a pure progressive group, rock rhythms are only accompanied by drums and bass, the use of electric guitar solos or sudden metronome accelerations are the prerogative of other bands, certainly not Renaissance, but this does not mean that we only find ballads and the like... it's a band with rather fast rhythms, songs like Prologue and Can't You Understand can make the concept extremely clear.
With Turn Of The Cards (1974, Sire), we probably reach the definitive maturity of the group: the result is a multifaceted album, each of the six songs will give us a different atmosphere, none will be identical to the previous one, even though we may not find a track that stands out above the rest; often this musical aspect is seen as a weakness, but in the case of this LP, we can safely say that the variety of songs is, in reality, its true strength.
Side A is presented with two medium-long compositions ranging from the epicness of Things I Don't Understand to the cheerfulness and light-heartedness of Running Hard, interspersed with the brief ballad I Think Of You, with a strong melancholic flavor marked by Dunford's folk guitar. Already the first three tracks let us understand that we are talking about an album that unfolds musical forms in continuous transformation, but the best is yet to come with side B.
We start strong with a piece rightly considered one of the group’s masterpieces: Black Flame is a track that starts slyly, then flows into the medieval notes of the refrain, which although accompanied by Haslam's gentle and resounding voice, present themselves to our ears quite strongly, thanks also to Dunford's guitar. The next track changes completely with the dramatic Cold Is Being: to better understand the drama this short but very intense piece can convey, let's assume you know Tommaso Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor, now imagine Haslam's incredible voice singing about an almost "apocalypse"-like atmosphere, add a haunting organ, and you have one of the most dramatic pieces ever written; if you don't know Albinoni's Adagio, well, know that it is one of the most serene but sad melodies ever, only Renaissance reinterpreted this melody by eliminating the serenity effect entirely. With Mother Russia we return to the epicness heard at the beginning of the album, with rhythms much more pressing than the previous songs, interspersed by brief moments of apparent tranquility and epic choirs sung by Haslam; a song that incredibly manages to give the sense of "cold" represented by the lyrics.
We have reached the end of an LP rich in ingredients and emotions, perhaps their best work, a must-buy for all Progressive lovers: if you are already familiar with Renaissance and are not yet aware of this work, it’s time to discover it; if you are a music lover and have never heard of Renaissance, you absolutely must remedy this.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Running Hard (09:37)
Running hard towards what used to be
Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
Reaching out for mirrors hidden in the web
Painting lines upon your face inside instead
Sounds so bad the music's flat on every line
Songs of blackened lace know you're dying all the time
Sounds so bad you let the music take your soul
Slipping through the day
Lose the only way you know
Running hard towards what used to be
Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
Reaching out for things you want to see
Find reflections of insane reality
La la ...
Running hard towards what used to be
Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
Reaching out for shadows passing through
See the dark around is coming down on you
02 I Think of You (03:08)
I love you like a stream
flows restless to the sea
see you like the mist
touches clouds, touches me
See you in the stars
whereever you may be
I think of you
think of you
If ever you're near
and have some time to spend
I love you every way
love you like a friend
And then when you leave
a whisper in my mind
I think of you
think of you
When I see a bird
fly over to the sea
and the sun in the sky
is shining warm and free
And when I feel the wind
blow cool over me
I think of you
think of you
04 Black Flame (06:29)
I am words, I am speaking
I never heard my conclusion
Lost the way in my confusion, in illusion
Lost inside the picture frame
I'm not to blame, I didn't see the black flame
I'm not ashamed, its poetry, the black flame
I'm rearranged, it's changing me, the black flame
Burns my blackened brain
I am strong, I am leaving
I never knew I'd feel the need so
Where to go, I'll turn the flow, I could not know
Screams inside the burning pain
It's spinning head, it's under hand-the black flame
It lies instead, I turned and I ran-the black flame
On me, it fed,I understand-the black flame
Burns my blackened brain
Run from me, don't you see
That we are one and I'm a part of you
Get away, any way
I'm still a secret in the heart of you
And I'm the burning in your soul
Now I'm weak, I am losing
I never thought I'd stop trying
I'm a lie, I'm just a sigh, just a crying
Just a symbol of the game
Suspended pain, I can not face the black flame
Intended fear, I can not trace the black flame
Extended reaching into space-the black flame
Burns my blackened brain
06 Mother Russia (09:19)
Pays the price, works the seasons through
Frozen days, he thinks of you
Cold as ice but he burns for you
Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?
Mother's son, freedom's overdue
Lonely man, he thinks of you
He isn't done, only lives for you
Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?
Punished for his written thoughts
Starving for his fame
Working blindly, building blocks
Number for a name, his blood flows frozen to the snow
Red blood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won't flow
So cold, so true
Mother Russia--he cries for you
Ooh ooh ...
Bah dah dah dah ...
Punished for his written thoughts
Starving for his fame
Working blindly, building blocks
Number for a name his blood flows frozen to the snow
Red blood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won't flow
So cold, so true
Mother Russia--he cries for you
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