As I already mentioned when reviewing Close To The Edge and Drama, the band’s long discography is not for everyone. This is proven with rare effectiveness by the album I’m about to review. This is the record where Alan White (RIP!) makes his debut—a drummer with quite an impressive background, as he not only played with the Plastic Ono Band, but also with highly respected singers and soloists; just mentioning former Beatle George Harrison would suffice. And Yes chose exactly the right drummer to record their ultimate masterpiece: Tales From Topographic Oceans. Reviewing this double album is extremely difficult, so I’ll try to discuss it using the language of emotions—because this is a record that, as soon as you understand it, takes you by the hand and leads you on a wondrous imaginative journey.

That said, it’s essential to make a historical premise. Double albums should be seen as a milestone in the careers of the bands who create them. Most of the time, they are great rock operas (for example, Quadrophenia by the Who, The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway by Genesis [a concept album heralding Peter Gabriel’s departure and the beginning of the Phil Collins era]), aiming to capture all the energy the band can unleash in the studio (think of Physical Graffiti by Led Zeppelin), and even to dismantle and demolish the traditional song format. And Tales From Topographic Oceans stands as clear evidence of this bid to revolutionize the song structure. For Yes, the traditional song format has always been restrictive. And that’s exactly as it should be.

The lineup that plays on this album is a hybrid—in the sense that, as I mentioned, the only changing member is the drummer. Bill Bruford is gone. In fact, Bruford had already joined King Crimson at this point. And you can certainly hear the difference.

The rest, as I’ve already hinted in the other two reviews, is history. This album confirms it. But let’s proceed in order. Tales From Topographic Oceans is a lengthy album: one hour and twenty-two minutes of pure progressive rock! We’re dealing with four tracks where the tension is always very high, even if the listener might not notice, wrapped as they are in a dreamy and ambient atmosphere. It’s curious to find such atmospheres in a progressive rock album.

The listening experience starts with The Revealing Science Of God (Dance Of The Dawn). Here, we’re faced with a song that is a musical journey in itself. It’s thanks to this track that you realize the atmosphere isn’t what you’d expect. After the album’s intro, Alan White’s powerful, precise drumming stands out, with some truly face-punching moments and offbeats rocky entries that leave you breathless. This song is highlighted by instrumental sections, the fiery guitar work of Steve Howe—an authentic virtuoso—but above all, the most aggressive, face-punching section, where Rick Wakeman delivers a blazing keyboard solo. Absolutely amazing. 

The journey continues with The Remembering (High The Memory). Here again, the song takes the listener by the hand and transports them on an imaginative adventure. By the end, one could state without fear of contradiction, in the words of the song, And I do feel very well........

The first CD closes with The Ancient (Giants Under The Sun).......... such a classic song. Such an absolute intense song. Great musicianship from the band. The second CD kicks things off in a more rocky way: it's Ritual (Nous sommes du soleil), the fourth and last song on this album. Yeah, that's indeed another classic song, but ir's my least favorite song, sadly.  

Tracklist and Lyrics

01   The Revealing Science of God: Dance of the Dawn (20:25)

SHRUTIS: The Revealing Science of God can be seen as an ever-opening flower
in which simple truths emerge examining the complexities and magic of the past
and how we should not forget the song that has been left to us to hear. The
knowledge of God is a search, constant and clear.

Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources,
Cahsed amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten
Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge,
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole.
Dawn of thought transfered through moments of days undersearching earth
Revealing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with
purpose,
Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructor's sharp
and tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance.
Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused
Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing
Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean.
Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many
Won't to follow, only tunes of a different age, as the links span
Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting.

Talk tothe sunlight caller
Soft summer mover distance mine

Called out a tune but I never saw the face
Heard but not replaced
I ventured to talk, but I never lost my place

Cast out a spell rendered for the light of day
Lost in lights array
I ventured to see, as the sound began to play

What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
I must have waited all my life for this
Moment moment

The future poised with the splendour just begun
The light we were as one
And crowded through the curtains of liquid into sun

And for a moment when our world had filled the skies
Magic turned our eyes
To feast on the treasure set for our strange device

What happened to wonders we once knew so well
Did we forget what happened surely we can tell
We must have waited all our lives for this
Moment moment moment

Star light movements in seasons
Release forward
Tallest rainbow
Sun shower seasons
Life flower reasons

They move fast, they tell me,
But I just can't believe that I can feel it
There's someone, to tell you,
amidthe challenge we look around in unison with you

Getting over overhanging trees
Let them rape the forest
Thoughts would send our fusion
Clearly to be home

Getting over wars we do not mean
Or so it seems so clearly
Sheltered with our passion
Clearly to be home

They move fast, they tell me,
But I just can't believe they really mean to
There's someone, to tell you,
And I just can't believe our song will leave you
Skyline teacher
Warland seeker
Send out poison
Cast iron leader

And through the rhythm of moving slowly
Sent through the rhythm work out the story
Move over glory to sons of old fighters past.
Young Christians see it from the beginning
Old people feel it that's what they're saying
Move over glory to sons of old fighters past.

The move fast, they tell me,
But I just can't believe they really mean to
There's someone, to tell you,
A course towards a universal season

Getting over overhanging trees let them
Rape the forest, they might stand and leave them
Clearly to be home
Getting over wars we do not mean
We charm the movement suffers
Call out all our memories
Clearly to be home

We've moved fast
We need love
A part we offer is our only freedom

What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
We must have waited all our lives for this
Moment moment

Past present movers moments we'll process the future, but only
To touch him we know, send flowered rainbows
That chased flowers of dark and lights of songs
To you, show all we feel for and know of, cast round,
Youth is the truth accepting that reasons will relive
And breathe hope and chase and love
For you and you and you

02   The Remembering: High the Memory (20:36)

SURITIS: The Remembering. All our thoughts, impressions, knowledge, fears,
have been developing for millions of years. What we can relate to is our own
past, our own life, our own history. Here, it is especially Rick's keyboards
which bring alive the ebb and flow and depth of our mind's eye; the
topographic ocean. Hopefully we should appreciate that given points in time
are not so significant as the nature of what is impressed on the mind, and how
it is retained and used.


As the silence of the seasons on we relive abridge sails afloat
As to call light to the soul shall sing of the velvet sailors' course on
Of the velvet sailors' course on
Shine or moons send me memories trail over days of forgotten tales
Course the compass to offer into a time we've all seen on
Into a time we've all seen on

High the memory carry on
While the moments start to linger
Sail away among your dreams
The strength regains us in between our time
The strength regains us in between our time

As we shall speak to differ also the ends meet the river's on
So the ends meet the river's son

Ours the story shall we carry on
And search the forest of the sun
We dream as we dream! Dream as one
And I do think very well
That the song might take you silently
They move fast
They tell me
There's someone rainbow
Alternate tune

In the days of summers so long
We danced as evenings sang their song
We wander out the days so long
And I do feel very well
That the evenings take you
Silently, they move round
Sunlight, seeing ground
Whispers of clay
Alternate ways

Softer messages bringing light to a truth long forgotten on
As we shall speak todiffer also the ends meet the river's son
So the ends meet the river's son

I reach over and the fruit of life stands still
Stand awhile we search our past we start anew
The music sings of love you knew
We walk around the story

Out in the city running free
Sands of companions sides that be
The strength of the meeting lies with you
Wait all the more regard your past
School gates remind us of our class
Chase all confusion away with us

Stand on hills of long forgotten yesterdays
Pass amongst your memories told returning ways
As certain as we walk today
We walk around the story

Out in the city running free
Days pass as seconds turn the key
The strength of the moment lies with you

Don the cap and close your eyes imagine yourself that is the challenge
Iron metal caast to other
Distant drums

Force the bit between the mouth of freedom didn't learn to fly
Remember to sail the skies
Distant suns
Will we reach
Winds allow
Other skylines
Other skylines to hold you

Relayer
All the dying cried before you
Relayer
We've rejoiced in all their meaning
Relayer
We advance we retrace our stories

Like a dreamer all our lives are only lost begotten changes
We relive in seagull's pages
Outwards ways

Things are all in colours and the size of other's shall send you forward
Arranged to sail you toward
A peace of mind
Will we reach
Winds allow
Other skylines
Other skylines to hold you

Relayer
All the passion spent on one cross
Relayer
Sail the futile wars they suffer
Relayer
We advance we retrace our story, fail safe now

Stand on hills of long forgotten yesterdays
Pass amongst your memories told returning ways
As certain as we walk today
Press over moments leaving you

Out in the city running free
Days pass as seconds turn the key
The strength of the moment lies with you
Out tender outward lights of you
Shine over mountains make the view
The strength of you seeing lies with you

Ours entrace we surely carry on
And change the passing of the sun
We don't even need to try we are one

And I do think very well
As the truth unfolds you
Silently
They move time
Rainbows
Sunlight
Alternate tune
Alternate tune

Rainbows
Soft light
Alternate view
Sunlight
Tell Me
Someone
Alternate view
Alternate view, surely, surely

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By Shine

 It is an album that requires many listens and much time to appreciate its complexity and beauty.

 If it had been 'cut down' by about 15 minutes, it would have been Yes’s best album.


By paloz

 This album should be considered by everyone as Yes’s work, not a disappointing infinity of nonsense, as many before me have done.

 If you have come out unscathed at the end of the album, congratulations, you have witnessed a prog rock masterpiece, born from a very courageous project, but brilliantly executed.


By dissidente

 If it’s possible to identify the exact moment when prog reached the point of no return, it must definitely be somewhere within these exhausting, endless, abominable four sides.

 Inspired by some accident involving a guru or mystical thinker... Farinelli queen voice unrolls a cascade of nonsense that would make you double over with laughter, were they not inserted into 'songs' with an average duration of twenty minutes.


By Giammotto

 "Tales From Topographic Oceans is not a controversial work... it is an album already ingrained in the genetic code of Howe and his companions."

 "An epochal album... which really contains very few 'disappointing moments' and towards which I find all this hostility truly ridiculous."