METALMUSICA - ALEACIONES ALEATORIAS

These days I rarely find the time to sit in front of a computer, unless I´m working on some sort of paper concerning cucumbers, and how men are falsely swayed by this elongated vegetable and the likes - all of them with the same recipes, but with different ingredients. At some point in time you get to the stage, where you actually question the looney-bin-freak-out-I´m-a-monkey mentality, almost everyone I know, is sage rated with, and whether this thing called higher education is indeed safe? (-This thing isn´t that is for damn sure...) When I DO get to sit down with ease, and I write a review, -I find it pretty natural to write about the album, I´ve been listening to the most, and very often it turns out to be a 5 star album...

Imagine a Mexican Gourishankar with the same out-of-the-bag approach as Area, and you´ve got Cabezas De Cera. If you like either of these groups you should be out the door.

I think a lot of new progressive bands gets whipped for lack of real identity, genuine musical personality, and a lot of the times rightfully so. Cabezas is something completely different. Their music is wild and jazzy at times only to swing around and sound like a psychedelic breakfast party complete with a grotesquely mad mariachi band on acid and a guy trying to dislodge his spleen through his saxophone. There are no templates - no safe bets. -This thing has been done before I know, and a lot of the new RIO groups tend to fall in the trap, where you play to play. The reasons behind the music has been deleted, only to be taken over by overtly weird and complex music just for the heck of it. I might have been over the moon for this kind of making music 10 years ago, but the fact of the matter is, you get bored with the feeling of no feel. Cabezas might change directions and often in bizarre ways you´d never expect, but you always have a presence of the mad Desperados lurking underneath. Picture the mariachi band from the movie Desperado, and you have my mental image of their musical roots, and how I thought they looked like, when I heard this at first. The impression hasn´t deterred. -The rhytm guitars and drums often give them away.

To give this a song by song slaughtering would be staggeringly cruel, and only for musicians who write lyrics in binary code. I put on the discs in succession and I listen, dance, jump like a crazy man reaching for the light switch for the sun. The music practically screams progressive, but the musicians here are so capable and in tune with each other, that the otherwise complex nature of the pieces seem to flow so eloquently and with such grace or pure primal emotion. Whatever this record sets out to do, it does it wholeheartedly, and that is part of, why it works this well. It feels together and mad at the same time, and I love it dearly for that.

You get 3 guys playing incredibly tight (mostly)wordless prog, that, I imagine, gave the collabs a mind boggling assignment when it came down to labelling this mother. Wuuuiiiiii! You get an almost incomprehensible coherence in the incoherence, which might be down to how well these guys know each other. In that sense, they remind me a bit of Amon Düül 2 and the way they were able to correlate their individual musical ideas during their first couple of albums. A wonderful sense of melody or maybe quite the opposite, but done at the right time.

I´ve been fuelled by an abnormal quench for saxophone these last two months, wasting a lot of my time listening to Bird and a good deal of canterbury, and this album is full of it! Extremely versatile and recalling David Jackson a good deal. Amazing lungs! This album is probably the greatest piece of Progressive music, I have heard in a very very long time. If you like the Eclectic genre - get this! If you like Canterbury - get this! If you like the Psychedelic genre - get this! If you like Experimental- Post - get this! If you like Fusion - then get this!

I hope my future journey with Cabezas De Cera will steer me through some more of this wonderful harnessed madness of scorchingly beautiful music. This album could, fairly I might add, have been called "The Whirlwind".