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When an album begins with the spoken words of none other than Christopher Lee reciting words like these, it can mean only one thing:

It was a good time for all creatures of the earth. But fate decreed that the Dark Prophecy of a Demonknight could bring a tragic end to this peace, scarring their lives forever. Only one person could cross the darklands surrounding Hargor and venture deep into the caves of Dar-Kunor

His is a name the world will never forget.

He is Dargor

Yes, it’s Rhapsody! Luca Turlulli’s prolific Italian five piece have the market cornered in Operatic Dungeons and Dragons Pomp Metal. “The Dark Secret” is another slab of the trademark sound, a hybrid of power metal and Hollywood film score, the shredding guitars accompanied with choirs and orchestras to make a huge epic wall of sound. It’s way over the top, and totally beyond parody; the sort of stuff which makes The Darkness look po-faced and serious. The sound alternates between speed metal, big operatic choruses, and atmospheric cinematic soundscapes. I guarantee you will either love this, or run screaming from the room in terror.

With just five tracks and a total running time of 29 minutes, this is a really a taster for their forthcoming full-length album.

Interesting The last track, “Non Ho Sonno” (sung in Italian) isn’t actually performed by Rhapsody themselves, but by a band called Goblin (of whom I know little), but with additional production by Rhapsody’s Luca Turilli and Alex Staropoli.

The Dark Secret is fully compatible with the d20 licence, but you could probably convert it to GURPS if you really wanted to

The New Musical Express thinks The Darkness should be destroyed, as the antithesis of everything the NME stands for. Of course I’d rather keep The Darkness, and let the NME be destroyed instead.

The Darkness play full-blooded rock anthems of the kind we haven’t heard from a new band in years, with songs titles like “Get Your Hands Off My Woman” and “Love on the Rocks with No Ice”, and gratuitously sexist cover (What’s wrong with being sexy, as Nigel Tufnel would say) Imagine a rawer version of Thin Lizzy crossed with the heavier end of Slade’s glam-rock, with a bit of Spinal Tap’s self-parody thrown in for good measure.

It’s not quite perfect; singer Justin Hawkins overdoes the falsetto vocals just a bit, and the guitar solos could be a a little bit widdlier, after all, cock-rock is supposed to have ejeculatory guitar solos! Still, at just 38 minutes, the album doesn’t doesn’t overstay it’s welcome, and certainly isn’t burdened with filler.

Feel Euphoria is the seventh album by San Francisco-based prog-rockers Spock’s Beard, and the first without the former bandleader, vocalist, and songwriter Neil Morse. Over the past few years they’ve built up a reputation as one of the best bands in their genre, fusing influences from 70s English progressive bands like Yes and Gentle Giant with some more streamlined American sounds. Their often lengthy songs frequently climaxed with a massive wall of sound, featuring not one, but sometimes two of that magnificent prog-rock instrument, the mighty mellotron.

Many people, myself included, felt it would be hard for them carry on following the Neil’s departure, to “follow a spiritual path”, much like Geoff Mann of Twelfth Night a generation before.

But anyone that wrote off the band has been proved wrong. “Feel Euphoria”, which sees drummer Nick D’Virgilio takes over lead vocal duties (Just like that other, much bigger prog-rock band you all know of) proves the Beard are far from finished.

All four band members, drummer and now singer D’Virgilio, guitarist Alan Morse (brother of Neil), bassist Dave Meros and keyboardist Ryo Okumoto contribute to the songwriting, and they’ve also brought in a couple of songwriting collaborators in the shape of Stan Ausmus and John Beogehold. They’ve pushed the boundaries a little rather than attempt a simple pastiche of Neil Morse’s writing style, which probably wouldn’t have worked, but there are enough elements of their old sound to keep existing fans on board. The music still sounds very much like Spock’s beard. The musicianship is good as ever, some of Dave Meros’ basslines are amazing. However, unlike too many of their neo-prog brethren, they keep things focussed and don’t go widdling off into endless noodling jams.

The opening hard rocker, “Onomatopoeia” might make you think they’ve gone metal, while the title track, with its dub bassline, reminds me of Marillion’s “Quartz” until it breaks out into an ELP-like keyboard extravaganza. The lengthy “A Guy Names Sid” comes over as an amalgam of the best bits of the Beard’s sound from past albums, from the epic guitar climaxes to the multi-part vocal harmonies, including an a cappella section. The real highlight of the album is the haunting “Ghosts of Autumn”, whose haunting melody is in danger of giving power-ballads a good name.

f you’re already a Spock’s Beard fan, you’ve probably got this album already, of course. If you’re not already a fan, go out and get it, then buy the previous six!

Blue Öyster Cult are one of many 70s bands living in ‘reduced circumstances’, playing small clubs in cities where they once played enormodomes. While fads and fashions have passed on to newer and younger bands, these acts still can still rock the house.

With only three hit singles, but a very strong back catalogue of albums, BÖC aren’t one of those bands that have played the same set for the past 20 years, with many different songs rotating in and out of the set from the set from tour to tour. This live set, recorded in Chicago in June 2002, spans the band’s entire 30 year career, from two numbers from their eponymous 1971 debut, to “Dance on Stilts” from their last studio opus, “Curse of the Hidden Mirror”.

The album opens with a slightly messy version of “Stairway to the Stars”, spoiled by some rather over-busy drumming from Bobby Rondinelli, but subsequent numbers are much better as the band get into their stride. High spots are “Quicklime Girl”, an oldie recently brought into the set, “Harvest Moon”, the standout song from their 1998 comeback album “Heaven Forbid”, “Perfect Water”, much heaver than the studio version on “Club Ninja”, and an excellent version of the band’s best song, “Astronomy”, with an extended solo from Buck Dharma. The album ends, of course, with the compulsory and overexposed hits “Godzilla” and “Don’t Fear the Reaper”, the former broken up with unnecessary solos (bass solos? Gaaak! Buck’s guitar solos are worth listening to because he’s one of rock’s great guitarists, but I can’t listen to drum solos unless they’re by someone in Neil Peart’s or Carl Palmer’s league. And the bass guitar is not a solo instrument, period)

Overall, this isn’t quite a classic live album in the class of 1977′s “Some Enchanted Evening”. But it’s a good record of a hardworking band who still rock out and outperform many people half their age. I’ve already got tickets for their British tour next month!

I wasn’t really a fan of the 1971/2 version of King Crimson. The previous incarnation of the band, featuring Greg Lake and Ian McDonald, had produced the Mellotron-drenched classic “In the Court of the Crimson King”, while the later 1973/4 band with Bill Bruford and John Wetton came up a trio of classic albums full of frantic improvisation. In between these two lineups came the two rather directionless studio albums recorded with a revolving cast of musicians, “Lizard” and “Islands”, both of which I find pretty much unlistenable.

With this live release, “Ladies of the Road”, perhaps it’s time to reassess this version of the band. Recorded on the 1971/2 world tour, it sees Robert Fripp joined by saxophonist Mel Collins, Boz Burrell on bass and vocals, and Ian Wallace on drums. With the Mellotron that had earlier defined their sound pushed into the background, the focus here is on Fripp’s guitar and Collin’s sax.

Unlike every other King Crimson live release (of which there have been a great many), this isn’t a record of any single show; instead it’s a compilation of the best takes from a whole tour. Indeed, the lack of any mention as to which songs where recorded where suggests that Fripp has spliced together some numbers from bits recorded on different nights; a technique used a lot by the late Frank Zappa.

Disk One features a set that draws heavily from “Islands” and “Lizard”, but the powerful live version of songs like “The Letters”, “Formentera Lady” and “Cirkus” are vastly superior to their studio counterparts. We still get a couple of songs from the Greg Lake incarnation, “Pictures of a City”, and of course, “21st Century Schizoid Man”. I’m not sure of the blues jam version of “In the Court of the Crimson King”, perhaps it’s just as well it’s but 46 seconds long.

Disk Two is an extended “Up yours!” to all those the music journalists that hate solos. It’s a 45 minute epic version of “21st Century Schizoid man” created by knitting together the middle solo sections from eleven different live takes to form a seamless and relentless sax and guitar solo.

Fripp was to disband this version of King Crimson at the conclusion of the tour; while this album highlights some very energetic playing, the American blues/jazz direction the other three were heading in was at odds with Fripp’s own chosen course. A year later, a new, radically different King Crimson was to appear, but that’s another story entirely.

Oh, and the song “Ladies of the Road” isn’t actually on the album.