Soft Machine
Fourth

Soft Machine, pronouncing these two words can have a single, indisputable meaning: “Legend.” The album I am reviewing today is “Fourth,” an album that follows the same paths as “Third,” with jazz atmospheres in which hints of psychedelic rock are not lacking. In fact, the tracks “transform,” transitioning from dear old jazz to a more modern style; an example is the opening track “Teeth,” which starts slowly and builds up to instrumental madness, genius. But this is Soft Machine, it’s in their DNA, they have made history, the bridge between two entirely different musical genres — the more ancient one, jazz, and the more modern ones. A staple for any music connoisseur, the right balance between technique and “beauty,” this is “Fourth,” a work, in my opinion, slightly underrated, because upon hearing these artists’ name — they are worthy of being called this way, unlike today’s creators of garbage — we think of the “older brother,” while in their entire discography there is not a single invalid or forgettable album, all incredibly well done, with attention to even the smallest details. But the true strong point of the Canterbury musicians comes now; there is a factor to notice to understand if the music is truly quality: repetitiveness. In this and all the other albums they produced, it is totally absent. Masters, nothing to add, never a misplaced note, pure art, I am not exaggerating; one of the best musical groups, in my opinion, regardless of genre, perhaps a bit unknown to the masses, but if you want quality, you can forget about fame. The five stars are guaranteed, but what did anyone expect? Soft Machine is a guarantee.