05.06.07

It’s not for the cock, it’s for the FUTURE!

Posted in Albums, Captain Lovebead, Retro Sunday at 7:00 pm by Captain Lovebead

Foreword

Although it may seem like my musical taste revolves around ringtones and squawking, I did infact spend about two years denying the existence of any music released after 1978 (with the exception of Jay-Z strangely). Thus it seems logical that I mention my findings on inftc. So here is the first in a series of many. If I were to name it I might choose The Historical Study of Propa’ Bangin’ Old Skool Toonz or possibly Musical History: Without the Cock. Irrespective of its name, on which I may decide later, I hope you enjoy, learn and listen.

Yes - Close to the Edge

Close to the Edge - Yes

 

The album opens with birds singing: it’s at that point that you realise you’re in for a treat.

If you were to look up the definition of “prog rock” you would be given:

Progressive rock (shortened to prog, or prog rock when differentiating from other “progressive…” genres) is an ambitious, eclectic, and often grandiose style of rock music which arose in the late 1960s, reached the peak of its popularity in the early 1970s, and continues as a musical form to this day. Progressive rock began in England and remained largely a European movement, although there are a few notable American and Canadian progressive rock bands.

You would also probably see a picture of Close to the Edge’s album cover.

The album lasts around 40 minutes, which is split between 3 tracks. Technically it is, undebatedly, superb. Although in nature the album is as rocky as stone henge, its grandeur and symphonic properties give it a somewhat futuristic feeling.

Its lyrics are more debatable. If we look at the title song, its lyrics begin with:

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev’ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you’re running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.

Some claim they are deeply profound, and offer subtle insights into spirituality and human existence. I prefer to think that they’re nothing but pretencious and meaningless…

…And that’s what I love about them!

Q: Who’s heard that song about someone who misses his ex-girl/boyfriend?

A: Everyone. I just described an infinity of chart releases and indie remixes.

But with Yes you never know what to expect. Around every corner (and down by the river) is another surprise.

So taste the thrills with the mp3 supplied, and if you like it pop over to Amazon and treat yourself to a bit of Yes!

Close to the Edge

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