These The Mars Volta are way too ahead. Someone wrote this phrase commenting on a review of theirs on this site, and intrigued, I decided to get their entire discography since it is quite short. After delving into their debut and the newly released album, I dedicated myself to the lighter "brick" of their discography, this EP called Tremulant. Whoever said that phrase was right: these The Mars Volta are really way too ahead. There is nothing more progressive than this band, their technique and their compositional flair (which Dream Theater would envy) are astounding, creating very complex sounds that can include 5 or more musical genres within a single track.
Cedric Bixler's voice reminiscent of Robert Plant (yet with great modulating ability), the guitar madness of Omar Rodriguez, Jon Theodore's imaginative drumming, the cadenced bass of Juan Aldarete de la Peña, and the support of Ikey Owens on keyboards are all ingredients that make the The Mars Volta recipe perfect. Released by Gold Standard Laboratories Records and produced by Alex Newport, Tremulant marks the true debut for the former At The Drive In members.
It kicks off with the electronic sounds intro of the opener "Cut That City" which after about two minutes explodes with effect-laden voice and instruments pushed to the max (the drums stand out) then shifts between relaxing pauses and rocket-like restarts. "Concertina" is a masterpiece: guitar and drums attack, followed by a melodic arpeggio interlude with a seductive voice, then transitioning to devastating distortion during the brief chorus, same arpeggio but with Spanish vocals, another chorus, and then it goes through schizophrenic interludes that couldn't be more progressive. It closes with "Eunuch Provocateur" and here the drums are once again a step above everything and everyone, although you can perceive solo bass parts and the usual madness of Omar. I might be bold in saying, but I see this song as if it were a solo by John "Bonzo" Bonham surrounded by all the instruments (including vocals). And this song is definitely appreciable too.
There are only three songs, but this work is a 5 out of 5, no discussion. Those who like progressive music will surely love it, those who have the patience (even though here the longest song is "only" 8.48) to listen to good music might like it, those who live by three-minute songs, three chords, or three words (I hope they are not sun, heart, and love) I recommend avoiding it, although it remains the easiest to listen to among The Mars Volta's works.
Progressive.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Cut That City (05:44)
neonecropopulace has no reflection
neocaeczaristic phallic ruins
just east of the river denial the techs are breathing
welcome to this neotokyo
gridlocks will warn the chromlech alarms
bouquet of cuticles
landscape tantrums
tramontane torching the tramontane
i've heard the mumbling of citadels shifting on this richter scale
the alleys will flow marble intercourse
roil the pantheon... of subterfuge
tramontane torching the tramontane
this marabout isn't untouchable
indentured by servitude
neoinfidels - let's plug them in
neopolygraphic, trip chords
centrocircuiphobia the fallacy
welcome to neotokyo
tore the wings off seraphin, fed them to the anglophiles
in this stag caberat the bark of buildings surged, through the whipping volt abode
go to the lexicon you sluggard, if you will.
02 Concertina (04:54)
in denial who will come clean all the ravenous debris
in disguise sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing
this scapegrace will pay my barking harangue... are you listening?
on the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old
in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave
will those shadows glare from that blank- rimmed stare in a vacancy hush
aunque me dejaste ahogando en el mar acuestate en la tierra, de la realidad de tu sueño
manos de recuerdo solamente a ti te odio yo ya me voy
in denial, who will clean up all this ravenous debris
in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave
and the storyville sawbones couldn't fill
the prescription to mend all the broken wills in the white lie wards - don't you pretend
tangled in thorns to walk unborn
and this debt will collect
[all the sickness that is there]
03 Eunuch Provocateur (08:48)
The Al-Sirat hides
behind a wardrobe of eunuchs
Seconds collide
till the padisha scandal
The cauldrons have eyes
by way of racket and vice
A 's bedpan
Filled with demimonde lice
Dethroned by the comatorium
De-loused in the comatorium
The-Al Sirat hides
Behind a wardrobe of eunuchs
Seconds collide
Till the padisha scandal
Tribunals installed
Now that the provoste has been de-frocked
The labefaction is venal
My how these tricks turn themselves
In the wake of the inquisition
Limbless answers inoculated
I've caught mono bobbing for barbed wire
These nasty sores of ataxia
will feel the sting of the opiate copulation
The Al-Sirat hides
behind a wardrobe of eunuchs
seconds collide
Till the padisha scandal
The Al-Sirat hides
behind a wardrobe of eunuchs
seconds collide
Till the padisha scandal
The Al-Sirat hides...
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By SoHo
From that moment on your conception of music will change: you encounter Tremulant by The Mars Volta.
Three gems of blinding brilliance, which almost make you forget the 'the next big thing' At The Drive-In.