A LIFE WITHIN A DAY

Normally, I am inclined to be charitable towards albums I don't really like. I can usually finds some aspect or musical section where I am willing to offer the benefit of the doubt. I just can't do that in this case. I hate Squackett and It's Hackett and Squires own faults. This album falls impressively short of expectations. It is an over wrought disaster of new wave self indulgence. It manages to be both long boring and insubstantial. It breaks new ground in progressive adult contemporary. If this album had been released in the 70s, we would call it the Nadir of progressive rock rather than the actually quite good Tales from Topographic Oceans and the Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

Avoid this album. It will only make you sad. If you like a bunch of egoists who actively eschew what is expected of them for what made them more money in the 80s, then get Squackett. If you like progressive rock, then stay away. Stay far away. This is for completionists only about all it is good for is plugging a hole. One out of Five stars.