FOXTROT

GENESIS or how to revisit one of the benchmark-prog albums!

1. Watcher of the Skies .... here I let you listen to the intro, THE INTRODUCTION, one of the most beautiful of the prog era; how can we not remain insensitive to this? Impossible well the keyboard, Tony's Mellotron... has something to do with it; Peter nothing to add, Phil's smoothie is excellent, Mike also excels, Steve too... good cool as a chronqie when everything is excellent; Steve's distant guitar binding Tony to the forefront before returning with an effect of which he has the secret; the military march, we advance in the Charisma territory, that of Lewis CARROLL; ta da da, tadada and the finale comes before yet another organ solo which oozes and makes you melt, the slap; that's what prog rock is, quite simply, a resplendent spleen lament 2. Time Table yes if there was a little black duck it would be this one; beautiful ballad too formatted for my taste, lacking the remarkable creativity of the other titles; the very present electric piano which brings a ballad within the ballad, the chiseled goldsmith thing, the romance which kills, linear, restful; this cozy Charisma universe, which makes you think in spite of yourself, which sends you elsewhere on another planet, that's it; tititti says the bell, the piano note whatever... and the melancholic melody picks up and runs out of steam 3. Get 'em Out by Friday go typed, sealed intro from the prog drawer; title where Tony highlights his touch, bam Peter tumbles and belches, oh there slowly, it feels like heavy rock; well the rolling phrasing moderates, ah Steve delivers a contained but constant riff, ah Phil hits everywhere and keeps the rhythm very high, heavy I tell you, ah the flute now that it's beautiful; cash cash it starts again it doesn't stop, the stereo fills your ears; oh no Steve who pulls off there with the typical sound, characterized by standard prog... Good moment soaring organ, bass, flute, this shush moment, quite an adventure, we resume, softness of the bass, Peter's flute which puts the 'bucolic atmosphere, we see the meadows, the fish, the grass and the wind... genetic control he said, wow I'll have to give a 6 or 7 to show the difference between the prog standard and today's overrated music; come on, let's get back into the rhythm, and this final hard, bang, bang bang, bang... just delicious; not a slap, a headbutt there 4. Can-Utility and the Coastliners for still bucolic relaxation or how to wind down after such a musical deluge; a remarkable piece for its light, the church organs, for the prog symbol break... acoustic guitar then drums and organ, Mellotron for a murderous spleen; piece not recognized enough for its captivating atmosphere, take the guitar sound which sends me to 'Animals' which will be released later; ah this Tony a real master craftsman with solos piled up in a row, beauty come on Steve takes over; prog above all with the drift break which makes you travel at a lower cost 5. Horizons ... who hasn't tried it, who hasn't hummed it, who hasn't set her alarm in the morning to go to work, who? the interlude but isn't that just the introduction to...you know what...well 6. Supper's Ready and 7 drawers for THE introductory PIECE of the concept album, Supper's arrives seemingly out of nowhere; how to analyze it, translate it, explain it after having listened to it so much, eh babe listen to this latent guitar arpeggio on Peter, it's looking for soaring ah choirs it's a good sign...we drift slowly, we like get lost, ah it's starting to... yes I know a farmer and here we go... the hot organ with the spleen guitar at the highest point, the rap and Peter singing normally... silence, singing of schoolboys, it's ringing in my ears, Peter plague, hop the rainbow solo, and we advance in the country, bing bing bing; remember your first listen, Steve's riff, the cavalcade, the organ that arrives that turns that turns you; Come on let's calm down, military pad, shh... reverberation, Peter sliding on the musical ice well maintained by the keyboard notes, that's it, your eyelids close, the prog effect at its peak!!! Ah a flower? And bam wake up and voice.. the musical box what do they take it back? Ah Peter in all his range, ah beauty is priceless... bam the station platform, the nursery rhyme, it turns and the verbal madness, the rhythm goes to Alice's meadow, you know the guy with his big hat, the musical universe becomes murky, we no longer know if we are still in reality... no in fact Peter with his flute tells us that we have indeed passed to the other side; How Dare I Be So Beautiful? ...that's what I'm wondering! in short the oppressive riff with the organ that follows, monolithic, metronomic, I look at my legs don't stop moving, it's no longer prog blood there, but a prog artery flowing... trance at its at the height you have this in front of you; let's go again for a new puff, yes Tony is the frontman; Pete returns to the limit of screaming, the heavy side is done very gently with the Mellotron; go a bell to stop the departure train, yes fo follow and the last Hackettian solo which swells and sends back a few moments into this inimitable, overwhelming Charisma world. Majestic!