COSMOGRAF

Favorite songs: the album's opener, "The Spirit Capture" (7:37) for its excellent set up of the album's story (8/10); the most memorable and varied song of the album with its beautiful melodies and simple instrumental support, "The Drover" (6:37) (10/10), and the guest party jam; "Stuck in the Wood" (6:27) (8/10).

3.5 stars rated up cuz this is, IMO, Cosmograf's best, so far.

It seems that such a living concept, a real personal experience, was what Armstrong needed to fully develop his talent as a composer.''When age has done its duty'' contains some impressive dramatic passages and melancholic movements, really suitable to such a dark and deeply emotional concept, divided in eight tracks, most of which are longer than seven minutes.The album appears to a be a nice tribute to the history of British Progressive Rock, covering the years of the symphonic-oriented groups, giving respect to the thrilling vibes of PINK FLOYD, visiting the rural soundscapes of the British lands and transmitting the modern echoes of bands like ARENA and PORCUPINE TREE.Once more an album by Cosmograf serves the need for atmospheric soundscapes, but two years of added experience have showed Robin how to do this properly.The album features some great, Classical-drenched preludes on organ, bucolic GENESIS-influenced acoustic passages and the heavier/modern tunes of contemporary Prog, displayed on the edgy electric guitars and the mascular synthesizers.ALSO EDEN are also among the bands, which Cosmograf recall of, while the love for old Prog is also evident in a couple of Mellotron samplers and the RICK WAKEMAN-like organ showering.Armstrong has given space to some instrumental maturity, but his lyrical moments belong also among the album's highlights.

Finally, Robin has found its own, inspired way to offer his music ideas.Contemporary Progressive Rock with atmosphere, passion and sensitivity in full display.Strongly recommended...3.5 stars.

"Capacitor" is a very different album from its predecessors, but is somehow instantly familiar, too. Armstrong's signature guitar sound is woven throughout the album once again, ranging from strong riffing to solos and acoustic sections. His guitar is impeccable. Though not as striking as before, the keys on this album also create a wonderfully fluid environment for the rest of the music to mature. The occasional keyboard solos are worth the price of admission themselves. I could go on and on, but you get the idea. The musicianship on this album is basically as good as it could ever be. With the heavyweights adding their parts, the instruments are tight, unified, and mind blowing at times. Everything from the bouncing bass lines to the organic, precise drumming is pure perfection.

This album has an interesting concept that somewhat directs the style of music. The concept is the storage of the human spirit, and how we leave an imprint behind both spiritually and technologically. Therefore, the album is again full of voice-overs that seem to allude to Tesla and Edison and the like. The time when science almost seemed like magic is a strong influence on this album. It's a good theme, though I don't enjoy it as much as the desperation of "The Man Left in Space". The latter directed the music in a spacier, more sci- fi sound, but the theme of "Capacitor" lends more to a more colorful, rockier atmosphere. There is nothing wrong with this, and I think that the music proves that. However, I just prefer the more atmospheric approach.

"Capacitor" has some very strong songs, though they do blend together a bit. They certainly have less individual personality. However, they are excellent nonetheless. If there is a continuing theme through the music of Cosmograf, it would certainly be darkness. I find it throughout this new album. The album begins with a voice-over heavy track of grounded technological wonder, but soon dives headfirst into the darkness of which I spoke. "The Fear Created" is a great song with dark guitar-drive movements and feelings that leave quite an impression. My favorite song on the album, however, is the sublime "White Car". This track is saturated with emotion and is so incredibly clear on its lyrical content that it will bring tears to your eyes. The music is moody, careful, and elegant, but the emotional impact is raw and bold.

The second half of "Capacitor" is probably the better half, as I feel that the third and fourth tracks somewhat lose their way and their charm. After "White Car", however, the album doesn't lose steam, as the last two tracks cover much ground, ranging from heavy rock to the especially moody heartache of "Stuck in the Wood", a song so full of guests and inspiration that it almost bursts out of my headphones to grasp my eardrums.

Much of this album does feel alive, almost like the spirits are stored within its very files. It does have a supernatural, yet somehow mechanistic, feel: somehow both strikingly cold and real and also electric and brilliantly metaphysical at the same time. "Capacitor", then, is a rock solid follow-up to an album that I consider a masterpiece, and it is with great respect that I salute Robin Armstrong for his undying ability to be creative and compose music from his heart.

Robin Armstrong, the name behind Cosmograf, plays every instrument on "The Man Left in Space", though he does have some special guests help out, too. He also produces and mixes his work. If that weren't impressive enough, he has also written quite an incredible story here. "The Man Left in Space" is about the aspiration, success, and achievement that men pursue at all costs. It is also about the failures and the ultimate futility of all of this. Interestingly, we've seen this concept a few times in the last couple years, and that's okay. I think it is a sign of our times as financial, environmental, and physical ruin seem to be larger then we can handle. Now, the album centers on these themes, but it discusses them through an analogy: A doomed space mission that is meant to save mankind. The man character, Sam, experiences a range of emotions and stages; such as isolation, failure, fear, unhappiness, and eventually nothingness. His conversations with the ship's A.I. are heartbreaking and profound; and honestly remind me slightly of Master Chief and Cortana. I was really impressed by all of this.

As for the music, Cosmograf is somewhat hard to peg. This band is usually labeled as neo- prog, but I hear Deep Purple, King Crimson, and maybe even some more contemporary bands in here, too. The mix is slightly eclectic, and so this album takes a few listens to appreciate fully. It's a real grower. Particularly, there is some great drumming and guitar work, both of them being powerfully presented. The synth is incredible as well, and this entire album seems to hum similarly to Pink Floyd's Welcome to the Machine. It feels alive, and this adds to the effect of the storyline.

Cosmograf is a band that hadn't been on my radar. After this incredible album, I will be following the band indefinitely. If Armstrong can continue to create incredible concepts along with spirited and atmospheric music, he has got a fan for life in me.

Ostensibly this concept album revolves around Sam, an astronaut who, as the title suggests, is cut adrift, alone, in the depths of space. In reality it is an allegorical tale revolving around themes that affect many of us in modern life such as ambition and our perceptions of success. The idea works well and we're drawn into Sam's lonely encapsulated world with the dispassionate voices of computers his only companions.

Many of the greatest aspects of this album are showcased on the second track, "Aspire, Achieve". There's gorgeous acoustic guitar and a great vocal melody interspersed with some blazing hard rock riffing reminiscent of Deadwing-era Porcupine Tree. The lead guitar in the latter half of the song is some of the best I've heard in years. Performed by Robin Armstrong, the architect behind all things Cosmograf, it really is worth the price of admission alone. There are many guest guitarists on this album, which adds a distinct flavour to many of the tracks, but it's evident from this performance that Robin could have carried these duties admirably all on his own.

I'll also single out the title track as a prog masterpiece. The interplay of acoustic and lead guitar in the intro is phenomenal. There's a number of phases and emotions as the song runs its course and the musicianship is top notch. It's also the point on the album at which most of the themes come to a head, so in that regard it serves as the centrepiece. As it fades a woman's voice implores "Think of me always", which is one of the more touching moments as there's an injection of humanity into Sam's world.

The use of sound effects, voice actors and samples is expertly carried out on this album and really creates a unique atmosphere. The only facet that left me wanting was that I struggled to form an emotional connection with the protagonist, but in any case this didn't detract from my enjoyment of the music or the performances on this album.

If you're looking for a well conceived concept album with some stellar performances then you can't go wrong with this one.

8.5/10

After a good number of spins on my CD player, my current opinion of the album is a more elaborate version of my first, visceral impression. The album is very nice, very competently played, rich in mellow melodies, and contains some great Floydian guitar moments. I am a fan of voice samplings in songs, so this is a bonus too. It surely makes for a pleasant listening experience, especially if you are a fan of Floyds, neo-prog outfits such as RPWL and Sylvan, or even the mellower, metal-less moments of prog-metal bands such as Ayreon. But this is not an album for all seasons. It is an album I would put on when I am in the mood for something reflective, not too demanding or challenging, that allows me to effortlessly drift in and out without losing too much. But it would not be my first choice if I was in the mood for a proper "prog-on" experience, if you know what I mean. I guess the crux of the matter lies in the eventual lack of depth and breadth of this nevertheless very enjoyable musical project. The very clean but at the same time very much "bedroom project" production also contributes to this impression.

Overall, I regard " The Man Left In Space" as a good (sometimes very good) easy-listening prog album, which surely deserves 3 stars.

Another 3.5 star album that I have trouble rating. I'd rate it up for the recommendation for others to give it a listen and decide for themselves, but I'm not sure. It's better than a Richard Wright solo album, but, IMHO, that's not saying much.

It is an ambitious project in many ways, and one that took me a long time to warm to. There are times when the music is just too polished, too sanitised, that I found myself drifting away and it took some effort to keep coming back. But the more I played it, the more I discovered the underlying layers and the complexity that is intriguing and not nearly as clinical as I first imagined. At times it is very Floydian, at others Muse and at yet others RPWL, yet there is a deftness in some of the lead guitar and keyboard lines that definitely lift this out of the ordinary. If I had written about this having only played it once or twice it would have received just 2/5, but although I do have some issues with having a song called "Beautiful Treadmill" this album has moved up to be 4/5. There is a clarity and crispness in the production that belies the fact that it was recorded at a home studio, with the guitar and bass on "The Vacuum That I Fly" being a case in point.

If you enjoy strong neo-prog with powerful guitar lines then this is definitely worth further investigation at www.cosmograf.com.

After some brief and obligatory NASA talk introductions, the lift-off mood is kicked brutally forward with the opener 'Aspire, Achieve' that combines power and serenity throughout its brooding 10 minutes +. While a very good song, it's not really indicative of the mood to follow. The core of the album start with a couple of instrumental tracks that are particularly intense and brilliantly executed, the drums crisp and the keyboards evocative. The guitarists provide some harder-edged Gilmourisms that again are the hallmarks of this style, seductively up-front and center. The whimsical 'The Good Earth behind Me' is a lush highlight, a crafty space poem all dollied up with some dense synthesized frills and a scouring guitar wail that soars beyond the universes. When the beefy beat kicks in, we are in celestial heaven! 'The Vacuum I Fly Through' simply continues the echoing spatial theme, somewhere between classic Floyd and its German cousin RPWL, travelling nicely into dreamland with Matt Stevens giving his instrument a jolly workout. 'This Naked Endeavour' is keyboard-oriented, with assorted voice samplings, electric piano and massed synths, before the pleasant Robin Armstrong vocals kick in. He is not a genius 'lungist' but he gets the job done. 'We Disconnect' has a little opening 'HAL' feel, a musical Kubrick emanation that instills some ominous feelings of doom, expertly highlighted by the rollicking bass/guitar klang. A nifty little guitar solo shows off some slippery tendencies, comatose lyrics that wink and nod at Steve Wilson's fascination for pharmaceutical medication, nice rocket stuff indeed. 'Beautiful Treadmill' continues the cottony mood but amps up the power chords quite a bit, preventing any possibility of fading into unconsciousness. The tortuous voices are leading the fray, deeply troubling. This is where the listener gets a sense of enjoyment in delving into the 'trip'. The final 2 tracks are both 9 minute+ epics that establish the overall credentials of quality for this intriguing release. The title track is without question the icing on the cake, a stellar piece of cosmic consequence, complete with the Bowie-esque tone of Robin's voice. The main theme is unreservedly marvellous, featuring rippling organ, bruising bass rumbling, some seductive acoustic guitar phrasings and a shockingly attractive axe solo. The electric guitar workout is extensive, emotive, tremulous and desperate. The shimmer of electric sounds and the siren's pleading voice has a deep sense of finality. It has 'classic' stamped all over it! How can this be possibly topped? Well, the finale 'When the Air Runs Out' has all the promises of a choking moment of a final gasp, when the brain is deprived of vital oxygen and the mind starts hallucinating, deep into the farthest reaches of the cosmos. French-accented command control space talk, sounding like Truffaut in 'Close Encounters', introduces the freak-out blaring alarms as well as the desperation of a mission gone horribly wrong! Lyrically, the mood gets exciting, evoking all the lunatics and madmen, heroes and artists, footballers and actors whose minds were blown away by a bullet or a bottle. Sam doesn't respond, 'Please respond Sam' intones the voice. A bizarre psychiatric voice ends this presentation as if some laboratory autopsy.

4.5 Keir Dulleas