It's a gloomy day, one of those days where the rain outside violently batters against the windows of your house, like it wants to flush you out, to pull you out of the hole you've hidden in to avoid it. One of those days where you stop to meditate, to take stock, to imagine a life different from the one you're living. In short, a day of ordinary madness spent in the company of oneself, an inner world interpreting an often incomprehensible exteriority, essentially the "world through my eyes." I'm looking for an album that can express what I carry inside. I scan through the CDs of Genesis, Pink Floyd, Porcupine Tree... Then I think, "why not listen to something that brings them all together?" And so, my attention falls on RPWL. Yes, this CD is just what is needed to reconnect my inner self to the exteriority.
RPWL is a very young German band, yet, despite their inexperience, they manage to offer a reinterpretation of '70s prog with mastery and personal gusto. The technicalities and excesses typical of progressive music, however, give way to hypnotic and atmospheric moments where it's not difficult to sense the Floydian and Genesis influence. But the band doesn't limit itself to mere copying of the genre; they expand it and venture into entirely personal paths where the song form never seems too daunting even if extremely intricate. Yes, what stands out in RPWL's work is a practically perfect balance of the proposed sounds with Gilmour-like guitars nodding to hard-rock (without ever falling into it), psychedelic atmospheres, and space rock skillfully diluted by the effective keyboards of Yogi Lang and rhythms that are never excessively oppressive. The voice rests perfectly on a soft cushion of sound, and when the music is orphaned, it knows how to create intense emotions, surfing between "The Wall" and "One Of These Days" from the never-forgotten Pinks, arabesques, auteur pop, and experimentation. Making a strong appearance is also the voice of the excellent Ray Wilson from the latest Genesis, enriching the most listenable track on the entire album, Roses.
The album flows impressively without any drop in style. A single journey towards musical obsessiveness, the search for melodic perfection, the skillful conjunction of the past with the present. Practically perfect!
The world through the music of RPWL takes on a passionate color that creates a bridge between my subconscious and the rain. I don't feel it anymore... I no longer perceive it as violent... It is simply life coming to me, and I return to it like a child who, despite its paths, never forgets the toil of the one who created him...