Threshold… Or the Thrash band that always wanted to play Prog! Or is it the opposite?!?… Well… It doesn't really matter.
These guys have always been a unique entity in the English heavy music scene. Nicknamed (wrongly) the British Dream Theater, they have always stood out for their works where the quality of the melodies (always sophisticated and never trivial) blended with a heavy, sharp, and precise guitar sound that had little to do with the classic Progressive standards so in vogue in the nineties (to which the band has always been close, anyway).
Said like this, it sounds simple… In truth, the matter is a bit more complex.
Imagine a reality where post-90s "savvy" Prog Metal strips away its complexity of assimilation to be contaminated by the immediate elegance of Melodic Rock (AOR), all sharply delineated by guitars plundered from the old Bay Area Thrash.
Okay… It's a mess, but more or less, that's how I would define Threshold: Prog-Thrash-Metal-Rock (quoting the pun: "ESTICAZZI"). Well… It's worth mentioning that the band from across the Channel has never managed to maintain acceptable internal stability, and this is probably one of the reasons why they have never garnered the recognition and fame they deserved (and deserve). Despite this, they have always been able to release high-quality works (as confirmed by the latest excellent Subsurface), maintaining an enviable consistency of quality which, however, has never succeeded in guaranteeing equally valid evolutionary variety… The, albeit acceptable, repetitiveness of solutions is indeed the only "flaw" attributable to Threshold.
I won't dwell on a detailed account of the band's history (I've already been too verbose) and will try to focus attention on what I consider their masterpiece, the pinnacle of their entire career: "Psychedelicatessen." Produced as the band's second album, it was released in 1994 by the most talented lineup the band could afford (but this is my personal opinion) where the highlight consists of the excellent vocal and songwriting abilities of Glynn Morgan (later in Mindfeed).
The album is the quintessence of Threshold's creed… Partially detaching from the raw but precise Prog of their debut, the band revives the old lessons of their musical roots (noteworthy that the band started as a cover band of various Testament, Exodus, and Metallica), combining elaborate Progressive breaks with a ruthless heaviness typical of the "evolving" Thrash of the late 80s, all expertly mixed with melodic flair and the accessible romanticism of classy "adult" Rock. But they don't stop there. With an amazing vocalist like Morgan and a lineup with no technical limits, the band allows themselves stylistic ramblings that range from "Pink Floydian" psychedelic of the more relaxed moments (where the intelligent use of keyboards amazes) to robust and "singable" Heavy with many choral phrases (and, at times, recognizable intersections with certain electronic patterns, but maybe I'm on drugs… ).
With so much on the plate, it would be easy to lose oneself in the chaos of identity or to fall into the much-criticized "coldness," but this is where Threshold prove to be far superior to the average comparable band. Every phrase, every arrangement, every passage is magnificently characterized by an emotional involvement and a pronounced personality that makes it all highly recognizable and extremely fluid.
All components and various solutions are aimed and "sacrificed" for the perfect success of the tracks, which reflect the perfect balance between complex execution variety and "simple" melodic accessibility… At times, the classic "song form" setting is abandoned to embrace structures that are anything but linear but always highly assimilable for the listener. The same elements of the band prefer to set aside their egocentric individualities to cater to the intended emotion of the tracks. A standout, as already mentioned, is the incredible vocal performance of Morgan who, even without exaggeration, gives us an excellent interpretation in terms of feeling and relevance (I regret that this is the first and last work of the said vocalist with the said band).
From this seemingly complicated weave, pearls like the pounding, heavy, and dynamic "Sunseeker," "Will To Give," "Babylon Rising" and "Devoted" emerge, perfect examples of extremely powerful and varied Thrash-Prog Metal where melody and aggression mix in one of their happiest unions. There is also space for sweet and emotional romantic moments, as in the semi-ballads "Under The Sun" and "Innocent" (the latter also covered by Mindfeed in 1999), but also for extremely tense parentheses balanced between Heavy-Prog and (maybe I'm sick…) Industrial Metal ("He Is I Am"). Finally, it’s worth highlighting the mini-suite "Into The Light" and the equally lengthy "A Tension Of Souls" which demonstrate how to create articulated and long tracks without falling into the banal but recurrent error of boring the listener.
9 tracks for 9 hits, 9 interpretations that will become a mandatory passage for the sonic development of the band and will heavily influence those who wish to express themselves with a classy but decidedly "hard" Prog-Metal (who said Pain Of Salvation?!?).
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 A Tension of Souls (07:10)
I have lost the unobtainable
I am faithless and afraid
My emotions are unstable
Control is hanging by a thread
And the misery of the world
Is weighing heavy on my shoulders
My belief has not unfurled
And I'm not getting any older
No I'm not getting any older
And the world is turning colder
There's a gathering storm eating up the night
There's a Tension Of Souls - can you feel it bite?
It is because we're not living on our own terms
Swept on a wave branded with society's burns
We're not happy with this unnatural law
We've moved into check into a corner of flames
Half of us staled in a late mating game
We're just trying just crying for
The right to give
The right to fail
The right to fall
The right to live
The right to have feelings
The right to see
The right to be
The right to need
The right to feed
The right to give meanings
The right to love
The right to care
The right to share
The right to sow
The right to show the right signals
The right to fight
The right to spite
The right to do
The right to lose
The right to find the right answers
I am nailed
To the cross
Of my own pernicious anguish
And I'm bribed by irresistible
Strangled by the air
Blind and still equivocal
Dispossessed by heir
When I have no faith I have no unbelief
There is no neutral ground, there is no relief
I didn't get what I expected to receive
Don't let them tell you what they want you to believe
And I'm searching for some space in my life
While people all around me are multiplying just like flies
While the whispering millions, oh their hunger it is loud
A silent frustration breeds in every crowd
When I have no faith I have no unbelief
There is no neutral ground, there is no relief
I didn't get what I expected to receive
Don't let them tell you what they want you to believe
And I'm drowning in a sea of my own futility
08 Innocent (04:37)
picture time as before where you slept through it all
they believe you were there why deny what i said?
vicious lies being heard you stand there how absurd
and with hate in your mind convict me
take my life away or give back the answer you hold
and stand unashamed of what you have done
don't just walk away unlock the chains from your heart
prove my innocence cause i did no wrong
empty words lies from the start? we stood strong never apart
had it all in our hands we had it all, yes you and me
now the tables have turned all i gave you return
makes it hard to believe what you've done to me
don't call me your friend, won't you understand I don't need it
take my life away or give back the answer you hold
and stand unashamed of what you have done
don't just walk away unlock the chains from your heart
prove my innocence cause i did no wrong
09 Devoted (07:43)
we fear the void like some dark temptation
(calling you under)
pulling us off course
just as we are beginning to get closer
closer to the light, closer to the light
and it gets harder to concentrate
and it gets harder to concentrate
and it gets harder to concentrate
and we must keep our faces pointing
straight into the light
and upwards into his domain
we can have help as we are getting closer
closer to the light, closer to the light
and it gets harder to compensate
and it gets harder to compensate
and it gets harder to compensate
i can see you, you're not there fog of existence fills the air
i can't matter now i've found art of freedom, safe and sound
when i feel that hope is lost only the devoted know the cost
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