LUCIFER RISING (OST)

Listening to this rare and gigantically profound experiment of music and fierce emotions certainly makes you see (or even believe in) what a precious, mystical and exuberant (without superficial crashes) you have in your hands and you're "blessed" to listen to. The soundtrack (with one highly professional music, given the taste for film scores) is not far from a piquant solid and soliloquist music, the polish of styles and infusions is drawn in a relatively cool, still intrinsic way, the dark manners of a dark artist, with a raw talent, end up topping everything that makes the album so highly important - and wonderfully interesting. Apart from being a collision of forces and abnormal delicacies, which emphasizes on the psychedelic and electro-magnetic character of the sound and the trance, Beausoleil's jewel moment is also one in which purity has an original taste and consistency is, after all, an inspiring detail in the making of the dreams and the high-pressured impressions. There's no bad taste in this soundtrack, plus the material, though without a clear patent, can fearlessly be a tremendous favorite in the genre(s) it leaves its mark.

Uncut, but made out of perfect fragments, Lucifer Rising lies in an endlessly enclosed hippie register, with spontaneous effects, powerless chords and nebulous or brusque deliriums; but, for a sake of art and expression, the music spots other layers, like the dark chemistry of a late psychedelic pasture, a electronic minimal crush of expressions and a long or prolonged set of deep reflections and unearthly somas. Of course, Lucifer Rising is, after all, Bobby Beausoleil's inspirational deep and dark concept, showing a bit of avant-garde shine in his temperament, but, besides anything, showing his unnatural exactness in the musical totem and epic experiment that is created and dryly preserved. The film survives itself as an experimental work, with a fringe of a documentary's ideal context sketching textures of an artistic angle. Lucifer Rising does have a lot of "film score" sense, but it's spot is nevertheless made of a blazing music and a prevailing rasp.

Lucifer Rising is, no doubt, pure music, one you can't ultimately waste on words and impressions - it has such an effect, you can expose it a sum of interesting words and dark essences, high dreams and plausible eccentricities, but it stays the sharp material that must be listened, in a hush. Beausoleil, from having such an startling finesse to being even forced by his sentence as a criminal, does an outstanding state of the art, which further becomes an artistic music, rather than a work of psych-electro manner, pouched within the fullness of the genres and the times. Pragmatically, Lucifer Rising reflects the good (but perhaps fuller than usually) choice of a soundtrack trepidation, plus the heavy and distinct flawless art made by Beausoleil - only afterwards is it music, preciously conceited and frantically over-droned.

Beausoleil is, on his own, a master-musician, since you can fell how the psychedelic, artistic and crimson-pitches visions belong to a spiritual voice inside him, plus his guitar and electronic blends are integral and intriguing. Several artists form "The Freedom Orchestra" and do more than jangling, inside a project that's kindly spotless: Rhodes and neuro-drums are used in a various way, wind-instruments push a wicked sense in key moments.

The six movements of Lucifer Rising chill every bit of a sentiment, with all the craft already mentioned. The first two or three are different kind of electronic atmosphere and psych-reflexive succumbed effects, the fourth edging to have a more light-screeched impulse. Movement Five is epic and complex, with a second part of sax dark melody and neurotic aroma that's an artistic climax. Movement Last turns to a bit of blues-ambient surf, in a less convincing way. Four annexes, gathered under the title Lucifer Rising sessions , are generally available, with two minimal and baffling songs, but with two monumental compositions of dark art.

Lucifer Rising is not a masterpiece, but that barely means anything: it's a shacking work, rare and breakthrough-ish, with a genius damned artist as the one who keeps these plumber of visions, rock, exquisite bitter tastes and recurring otherworldly experiments. It is assuring that electronic-drone and psychedelic rock hotheads can find a drop of fundamental music in Beausoleil's outstand. It is revealing that progressive rock fans shouldn't mess with this work, if they're far from triumphing over this serious approach.