FRAGILE

Yes has by now reach the classic lineup and everything from here announces greatness, which by the way has already their first flight tests in their previous album, but it's here when the epicness becomes their best.

A humming string in crescendo is shattering the silence and with a bow led the spotlight for an acoustic guitar playing in a renaissances esque, bring it back to that electronic hum. An break it again with a powerful bass exploiting with brothered instruments and a jolly Anderson's voice host you into an intense colorful world swinging around with vibrant energy. No better introduction for the record than 'Roundabout' and maybe one of the best opening track in the whole progg universe.

A little interlude, a classic study providing a simple diversion before the stage for the next act is presented. 'Cans and Brahams' also demonstrates the school and technique behind their new integrant; Rick Wakeman.

So this trip goes on again climbed over crazy rabbits with such an intrigue suggestion to "tell the moon, don´t tell the March Hare", psychedelically floating within a tornado of experimental sonority growing intoxicatingly into a joyful madness just before running childish to the door where 'We Have Heaven'.

And a fierce cold wind deviates the road to the 'South Side of the Sky' where a marching drum push up through adversity of blizzard storms pumped up by the electric bass, dodging obstacles and keep the pacing with la inclemency of the electric guitar executing passages of venture. Suddenly the keyboards lead a calmer and somber way. Underground the hope turns fragile and thin as the sharp keys piercing into the gloom. Cohesive voices nurture the soul and push constantly at the drum rhythm until the knives keys turns out to the cold winds over again. New fierce, new blood of the original melody squeals in an impeccable harmony that fades floating in eternity.

A second interlude, it's clearly the experimental blank for Bufford. The new act comes faster behind the chaotic rambling collector jester and 'Five per Cent of Nothing' has being claimed as an entrance fee. A closing curtain and then the keyboard playfully invite a more decisive bass, magically played by Squire, which lead pace for Anderson's voice open the 'Long Distance Runaround' into joyful even playful and hoping melodies, charismatically jumping from side to side, from a sweet and simple melody to an intricate leitmotif of absolute saturation and back until catch up a bridge among clouds and waves and bubbles right into deepness handed by a powerful bass that que at each strum plunges us more and more till reach the home of "The Fish" which shines and glows illuminating the deep end in search for sunshine.

The last interlude before the last act. 'Mood for a Day' has somehow announce the end of the function, has made the farewell bow before the final scene. A melancholic, devoted classic guitar walking alone in the spotlight lifting smiles with its instrumental fable of modern and classic times. This track itself overflows a whole new level, is like a new signature for a still young and magnificent artist.

The epic closure 'Heart of the Sunrise' once again the Squire's bass sets the pace. And a gloomy atmosphere once again explodes incandescent just as a journey to the underworld. Dante would feel the chills after hearing such intro: poetic, dynamic and bright. Instrumentally every single part shines with their own light, as well in the relaxing moods as in the voracious storm of sounds. The energetic pace slows down and a calm voice leads to a candle flame heat, barely alive but still firmly resolute to illuminate. Here and there comes a deranged passion but always turning into that sweet flame, but clam doesn't long, this beautiful bass force us move in growing circles climbing among sparks, ashes and stones until we reach another soft calm sight. And again this keeps rising in glowing explosions of passion pushing throughout and around the sun, leading the life and speed of the daylight over everything. Rays of fierce and power and life bursting out in crescendo altogether. A sudden void has end such trip and just as the traveler put down their baggage, a mechanical door opens and release its madness so now "We Have Heaven" again fading in infinity.

No progger should ever lost a listen to this marvel.