WORLD THROUGH MY EYES

The first track, "Sleep", is a misnomer and transports us from the outset in the heart of the matter. Progressive accessible ambitious shimmering, personal, modern, cultured, full of ideas and sensitivity. Get the picture. With real pieces, successful, faithful but free, respectful but not enslaved or subject. A kind of pop-prog reinterpretation of Pink Floyd depressed face, that was Rick Wright and Dave Gilmour sides, tenderness in tears, opposite side of revolt 'bile' Roger Waters. "Start The Fire" (5:06) boosts psychedelic refrain, while "Everything Was Not Enough", another replica of "Us And Them" Wright narrowly saved by a final breathtaking symphony of a marathon runner on the starting line, confirms. "Roses" (6:39) drives the nail in the head, the melody under the skin and a little too open. Dissatisfied with his own performance, it seems, the singer Yogi Lang gave way to Ray Wilson who needs no introduction to fans of Genesis and the opportunity to sing like Ray Wilson. Everyone is happy! After four songs, we realized we were dealing with the serious music that looks like a animal: never ugly, she moves well in his skin, balanced, she received the gift. This RPWL album, a summit in an exemplary career? A huge work in any case, a bomb, better than ever. And it is not the classy "3 Lights", with its small welcome Mellotron keys, which give us wrong. Total distinction, you see which distinction I'm talking about. At the end, we look at all smiling because we have realized that Yogi Lang had found the synthesizer of Manfred Mann. Free supplement at the end of song: a guitar solo that seems sad to go. The surprising "Sea Nature", free cover and unashamedly old thing of Steve Hillage (album Green, 1977) has the merit of being more impressive than the original. And that damn rhythm that moves like a cobra crazed by the sun. With "Day Of My Pillow" unclassifiable soap bubble (by me, at least), we can easily forget the unpleasant moments of life. "World Though My Eyes" (10:04), logically the most ambitious, starts in a spectral atmosphere that surrounds such a beautiful flag of death. India yet, but nauseous and sewers India, then India and its magical secrets. First walk in the valley of shadow, escape the clutches of darkness before the light finally meet. Classical route. After we laugh. After only. Along the way, among the proudest of us, to show they have mastered the matter, did not fail to wave again the obvious quote: Manfred Mann's Earth Band at the top of its form, that is to say Solar Fire or Roaring Silence. All this will at least have to talk to a group somewhat forgotten these days. The title track is similar to the unforgettable "Gentle Art Of Swimming" (Stock album), the light obviously less. It continues with "Wasted Land 'meeting stamped eighties' between the sweetness of Floyd and heroic rhythm early U2. And ends with "Bound To Reach The End" still influenced by Pink Floyd but modernized by Porcupine Tree, with in apotheosis a tearing guitar solo by a Kalle Wallner in a state of grace that takes off like a winged horse. Grandiose! Did you know that in the most insipid song, one can discover the most noble sobs of the human race? Once again, here I drift? Not completely because I want to talk about the voice Yogi Lang. Oh nothing important, or not enough to make up stories. I read a few lines from sad, yet full of good will, which described a "stamp monotonous [...] quickly tiring" faced to the of Ray Wilson one which "looks like a godsend." The eternal question of taste ... Yogi Lang sings more with intellect than with his gut, much like Gilmour. So what? Yes, the singing seems monotonous, but soft, lived, enveloping, soothing ... and I'm not tired. Yogi Lang singing is not perfect, but this imperfection is ab emotional one If I had a desire to show the power of progressive music, RPWL music would be a good example of this power. RPWL is a talented group, stylish, successful. No need to fight, to explain further. Now I know that World Though My Eyes is a major work, hampered by some headwinds, a record far from perfect but whatever. Because it seems like a sublime and ridiculous fusion of all our passions . Made to remind us that it is not necessary to die to find paradise ...