FEAR OF A BLANK PLANET

My first Porcupine tree album, and still my favourite (and the only one I liked).

It was impossible for me to analyze each song individually, because this album should be considered as a whole. As a journey deep inside the depression, and feeling of a human. A human lost in itself.

I thought it would be a boring, monotone and empty record, without impact or power. But I was wrong. Fear Of A Blank Planet showed the emotion behind the emptiness, and the feeling behind the monotone spacey-guitar/piano passages.

Moreover, the album felt like a mountain with 2 peaks. Climbing up until you reach the climax in Anesthetize, but peaking again at Sentimental and Way Out Of Here.

If you get the CD, push play, and go do something else, it will be really hard to distinguish between the songs. That's one of the fundamental things of prog, and especially concept albums. Creating a theme. Something to be remembered as a whole, not for each section, which we use to call songs.

All in all, an exceptional album, that really moved me, but still had its boring seconds. I'll give it a 4, but a 4.66 should be the real mark.

Thanks Porcupine!

PS: Don't listen to this album while depressed, suicidal or similar state. We dont want to lose a prog fan.