British Theatre - Dyed in the Wool Ghost [2012]

Some people are capable to recommend things in a nice and polite way, others are horrible blackmailers, but with a great regret I must confess from time to time I do bend my neck to my friends’ blackmail. Simple, almost naïve deal, and I’ve gotten myself into spending 230minutes with latest twisted product of ex-Oceansize Mike Vennart & Gambler. 

Expecting mediocrity, I was surprised that somewhere around 4^th listen, I started to get sentimental, hence here is the proof of my vulnerability to certain pressures and ability to enjoy almost everything.

Dyed in the Wool Ghost – cause that’s the name of blackmail’s reason – was released this holiday as a 5-track EP lasting only around 23 minutes. The project consists of two ex-Oceansize members, but despite the same man’s vocals it’s rather hard to find similarities. The music oscillates somewhere between warm electronics, post-rocky guitars and element of magical mystery typical for the makers.

Once I got past my prejudices and mocking, and started enjoying the nighty atmosphere, I noticed Defeat Skeletons sounded surpringly fresh and had a great chorus and rhythm. A bit later, I started to murmur and shake my head, and a bit bit later…

Second on the album The Gift’s Demands seems like a paranoid baby of Pure Reason Revolution and múm. This isn’t the most complex and amusing song, but it does remind me of feeling slightly drunk and stressed. What's weird is that I can’t get past the feeling someone is dribbling a small ball on the table. Or maybe that's a knife of my blackmailer, knocking on the door. Brrr. As The Leaves Are To The Limbs is probably the most interesting song on the EP with lovely bass&guitar base and romantic sung melody, flirting with piano. Actually, I think I could enjoy this song while enjoying one of the city gardens in the evening, it’d really suit deep reflections over limbs being leaves or the other way around...

Nah, now I recalled how during last classes one of my students gave me a drawing where ‘a tree’ was a dead man’s arm. I’ll pass on making trees human. Give A Man Enough Rope And He Will Hang Us All. I probably wouldn’t give a rope to my school boys with their murderous fantasies then, but maybe a song full of ponds, monotonous, but threatening chords and a whispering man? I’m thinking: Doctor Who, mystery, nights at the city, water. I’m thinking: don’t listen to it on the bus. 

The Helicopters that fly us away from the Theatre and British Islands apply really well to my night moods, however the blackmailer says it’s a stupid opinion. Anyway, I do like instrumentals. And I did find the album interesting after spending with it these four hours.:)

Thomas Feiner & Anywhen - The Opiates [2008]

I love Sunday mornings, especially, if I manage to get out of bed before 7am. Morning walks, fresh pastry and coffee, piano music - life gets better once I apply these to my morning routine. And so today I have wandered to Old Town of my city, and as the rain pours and coffee evaporates from a cup, I enjoy this little moment, yet enriched by the marvelous The Opiates of Thomas Feiner and Anywhen.

There isn't a more precious thing in life than good friends and it's even better when they know what you like and recommend good things, so you can save your time. That's how visiting one friend's favorite coffeehouse and listening to another’s recent favorite album strikes me an inspiration.

My impressions on The Opiates are most differing, one moment I think of Nick Cave, the other - Rome, and moment later its Vast, Clint Mansell and jazzy Sigur Ros. This album is a dreamy, yet passionate poetry.

When I played the opening The Siren Songs to my roomie, I heard 'I love how cello is doing solo, and violins are just making background noises'. I myself jump inside everytime fooling myself it's gonna be instrumental and movie-like, whereas it gets really rocking-touching. In fact this lyrics and melody makes me whisper 'it'd be nice to have someone to hug to this autumn' - a thought I really didn't expect to appear in my head in this decade. Yet as they say - sirens singing can seduce anyone.

Dinah & The Beautiful Blue is even more dreamy and suits quite perfectly my lazy observation of raindrops wandering across the glass. Similarly, Scars and Glasses follows my recently favorite, a bit Cousteau like atmosphere. After that Postcard comes as a really dynamic walk, and I find my fingers marching between my yummy croissaint and a cup of coffee.

Yonderhead doesn’t seem like much emotion at the start, but the cello line gets just mindblowing and I leave the coffeehouse, dancing between the puddles, waving my coat and umbrella like a real lady. If only real ladies headbang while spinning and wrinkle their faces because of all the emotion.

Mesmerene is definitely a song of my day. My tango, my longing and inner peace. A superb lyric, and amazing passion in melody, hidden in very small, modest steps, but ready to explode on you. Or simply – my favorite type of construction in music.

I’ve done a lot of thinking, trying to guess whose voice Thomas resembles, going with really weirdest ideas, some mentioned before. Toy makes me think of the smartest pieces of Anthony & The Johnsons (Bird Gerhl? Ha?). For Now on the other hand makes me think of Rome, if Rome had Philip Glass adding them some classy instrumentation. And yes, it’s a moment my umbrella breaks and for now, I have to cease dancing & writing. As much as I enjoy writing and listening to the album, I must cut my lovely Sunday Morning and get back to studying, but you – get The Opiates and make it a Sunday Evening;)

Rome - Masse Mensch Material [2008]

Recently I've caught myself classifying a lot of the music I adored a few years ago as boring. I keep growing tired with more and more stupid and obvious lyrics of bands I enjoyed a lot in past. Verifying my old favorite albums I was amazed once again by the beauty of music and wiseness of lyrics of the good old Rome. I may not enjoy their last release as much as those of their middle age, but it's good to remind how great they used to be:)

Rome, usually classified as martial folk, neofolk or industrial has been playing rather light, simple music with growing instrumentations and passionate melodies for good seven years now. In that really inspiring time, they released six albums and a couple of eps. Of them I enjoyed really, really much the three released between 2008-10, and quite substantially less the others. Still, asked about the favorite and best album, I'll say Masse Mensch Material without any hesitation. 

Why MMM? It's not as rich musically as Flowers From Exile, it doesn't have the cosy, warm feeling of Nos Chants Perdus. In fact the music is raw and may seem a bit repetitive. It is closed in the ascetic, instrumental frames, yet within them there is an open wound, smelling of fire, smoke and ash, gunpowder and steel. Rome has repeated multiple times that their songs are supposed to carry pacific, antiwar meaning, at the same time reminding of the great pain of the soldiers from not that far past. And quite in that style, MMM talks about solitude, loss of motivation and will to fight, inability to create relations – putting it simply in my own way – heart shrinking in soul's pain.

I absolutely adore lyrics from MMM. The music itself, however entrancing, is rather simple. Regular, but intense drums, acoustic guitars and some other instruments at times, super deep voice of Jerome, background murmurers... Yes, it's definitely the lyrics and the way they're sang and fitted to music. In fact I love each of those songs, Die Nelke, Neue Erinnerung, Die Brandstifter, but just to mention some lyrical highpoints of the album – one of most painful – Das Feuerordal and it's wise reflection:

We who sing of the void
We who burn with love
So strangely plaintive
So strangely complete
In a few drunken hours
In a few hasty words
From our watering mouths
Lose all we came here for 

Der Erscheinungen Flucht is a much more optimistic tune, with a good advice among many doubts:

your pride should be a lighter thing
an easy thing
a cheerful thing 

It's true, that few of us Europeans face nowadays a real horror of war, but under no circumstance are we allowed to forget of our nations' past and sacrifices. Unification of Europe, however doubtful, cannot be built on the base of ingratitude towards our ancestors, and as much as we care for peace, we must not let ourselves get killed. And if you keep asking what's the point of remembering history, let me just say – so that we can confidently fight with our own reality and its difficulties to stay focused on our purposes. Don't we need today to be reminded of how:

When we should be - weeping with rage
Or at least be rattling our chains
Look at us now - we are over 

Well, I could give many more examples, but not to prolong and make my point – Masse Mensch Material is one of the few really enhancing and important albums. If you're still not convinced, play Wir Götter Der Stadt, read its lyrics and enjoy its pure beauty. It's four years now, and I still feel like a trembling newbie every time I hear...

...Would you embrace
What is left to me?
Ever embrace what is left to be?
Would you embrace
What is left of me now? 

Murray Gold - Doctor Who: Original Television Soundtrack [2006]

The last couple of weeks had me being everywhere and listening more to nature than music. But since it would be impossible to completely cut off from music, I quite traditionally chose to obsess about little things. And what can be a better reason to obsess than recently discovered the best TV series ever which by the way has one of the best music scores ever? Just not to break our habit of focusing on music – let me speak a couple of words of mentioned OST, not just show. 

My adventure with the Doctor hasn't last long yet, but it's been pretty intense, which I was told is a normal condition for every at least a bit nerdy girl. I can't exactly say at which point I began to really, really love it, but I can say I loved the music since the very first episode. And though all series have perfect points (just to mention This is Gallifrey- Our Childhood, Our Home), I'll talk about the very first OST.

If you aren't a fan of film music like Zimmer, Williams, Morricone, Mansell and so on, you'd probably ask what's the point of listening to some cheeky background. Well, one thing is the amazing reminiscence of the brilliant show, the other reason is that the music itself is simply gorgeous. Sure, there is a lot of orchestra, but how interestingly arranged? 

Let's just take one of the first songs - Westminster Bridge – it's a super confident secret agent song. And Cassandra's Waltz? You can literally feel how slimy and treacherous can 'the last female in the world' be. There is a place for sweet romanticism like in Hologram or Madame De Pompadour (oh, this one was adorable!) and a sad melancholy over the fragility of life – The Face of Boe or Father's Day.

My biggest confusion is due to double meaning of Song For Ten – super accurate, cheerful music with lyrics that go from
I wish today was just like every other day
'Cause today has been the best day
Everything I ever dreamed

to
Well I woke up today and you're on the other side
Our time will never come again
But if you can still dream
Close your eyes it will seem
That you can see me now and then

and back again. Well, sorry, but if Doctor can jump from 'best day' to 'oh, we're apart' and again being so merry-go-roundy, our female mood swings are nothing! No wonder he drove his girls crazy!

But of course Doctor Who isn't just about emotions – it's also about epic fights and nothing adds them spirit more than songs like Unit or oriental Tooth and Claw (queen Victoria, werewolves AND eastern martial arts? How much more awesome can it get? Well, considering cutest lost Tennant and Billie Piper in jeans shorts...)

Still, my absolute favourites are cello focused, filled with pain, majestic The Impossible Planet (am I the only one getting LOTR/old China chills?) and heartbreaking Doomsday. Actually, the last got the unofficial status of my flat team's exams time hymn. Well, it was really hard to decide whether the music (and episode) are more or less depressing than poor students' reality;)

Ulver - Childhood's End [2012]

I've known Ulver for quite a couple of years, but they were never my priority, more like 'oh, so you're looking for a decent Norwegian band? They're pretty good!' Yet last week my friend comes over with her just-bought new album and is all like 'Oh J, you have to listen to it!' Well then, I take the package, look through the booklet, notice it's a covers' album and they did my favourite Today! Oh, no lyrics. Anyway, the cd goes to my player and...

You could ask – what's the point of making 16 covers? What's the point of transforming good old rock songs to dreamy Ulverish atmosphere? It's obvious that characteristic voice of Kristoff immediately makes the songs Ulverish, also the music is much more complex and programmed than in original versions – but apart from those tiny changes, there ain't many drastic alters. The great thing about this album is that is shows us some really good, poorly known songs in a beautiful, refreshed version.

Let's take 66-5-4-3-2-1 of The Troggs. That's a really nice song – catchy, with amazing rhythm and quite a melody – yet the original doesn't really amaze with quality and emotion. Wheres Ulver's version is simply sparkling with passion, even most critical friends of mine admired it.

Still, the first charm of the album is Everybody's Been Burning – great lyric of The Byrds, a bit harsh and over psychedelic if you're not on drugs music– now made as a smooth, swingy, and yet so longing tune.

Oh, and Dark is the Bark (what a lousy title, The Left Banke!) is a sweetest waltzy tune, hypnotizing me to fall right away to Magic Hollow – a truly unearthly sound (that 'fantastic'! I bet Garm enjoys Chris Eccleston just as much as I do!)

Maybe it's the image of exams fading away, maybe it's the night, but there is something so liberating about Soon There Will Be Thunder – my overheated body slowly drifts in the long forgotten wind and even saddish Velvet Sunsets or Lament of the Astral Boy won't take that away. Well, actually the second kind of gets through my numbness, but that's probably because of another spaces memories...

Even in case of old friends like – Jefferson Airplane's Today that has had a special place in my heart for a really long time – I didn't mind hearing it on Childhood's End. In fact, it only added more fire to my feelings.

I could go on much longer, praising lovely folk atmosphere of The Trap or feisty In The Past or pure, super energetic power of I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night (love the title) – but I've been writing this post for two weeks now, still I am fighting my battles and the album is a 'just listen', so excuse me – and just listen to this fantastic album.

Cousteau - Costeau [2000]

Those of you, who followed a couple of my posts, surely know that I get most creative in trains, buses, cars or while walking. It's as if being in move doubled or tripled my musical sensibility. I must confess train has been my third home during last two months, than you shall be at last introduced to my latest - biggest friend.

It's late March and I experience French phase in the shape of fascinating movie Ils se marièrent et eurent beaucoup d'enfants. The music moves me, so I quickly check OST and suddenly, boom. There is a whole lotta Cousteau in my Chrome Player. Still, I'd never would have expected myself to enjoy this kind of music so much. It's jazzy, it's smooth and a bit oriental at parts. The terrific singer goes easily from deep basses to trembling high parts. 

I adore the traveling, reflexive spirit of Cousteau, like in delicate Mesmer, that makes me think of romantic escapades to wild African beaches. But there are also jazzy, lazy waltzes like How Will I Know, and music quickly moves you around the world.

Also, I guess I wouldn't be able to resist to Jump in the River being asked with such amounts of calm, yearning passion as Liam can product. This song is sang with a power similar to opening Your Day Will Come and though they quite differ in subject, they both has a magnetic vibe of seduction.

Still, my absolute favorite is (Shades of) Ruinous Blue. It strikes with simplicity and overwhelming melancholy. Yes, this song is my shaky dreams that can come only late at night in moving vehicles. And as the violins of You My Lunar Queen enter, I'm on the top of my so called crystal castle. I dream and let other dream to the sound of fiddle and the pian'.

But it's true, that we girls have troubles with action, I can't blame Cousteau for the following wild west story, cheerful but with a bit of bitter regret. She Don't Hear Your Prayer is indeed a song of a real man. When I first looked at the playlist and saw Wish You Were Her, I was pretty sure it was wrongly spelled cover and – I have to admit – I got shivers on a single thought of this combination of awesomeness. No, it's not the cover, but it wouldn't be a better song if it was. I love those wise lyrics and easy, free-going melody.

Somehow always when I approach to the city, I reach an end of the album. Guess I'll never separate lounge To Know Her from bright lights cutting through night and old buildings passing by the window. Oh yes, I get sentimental, sorry. But Of This Goodbye?

Know there's a sentence
that tenders every living jive
as it blows ever present
through a skin's disguise
but I'd know you in daylight
the way I'd know you eyes 

Cousteau kills my sharp, cynic side and fills me with romantic... oh my, I can't even say 'crap'. I got enchanted by those soft songs, I who hate jazz and lounge! I drift with Rachael Lately and I blow my mind to psycho Captain Swing. This album is a simple perfection and makes miracles enchanting the fans of most diverse genres.

If These Trees Could Talk - Red Forest [2012]

What would we hear If These Trees Could Talk? Guess I'm making an obvious joke here, but I really wondered what I'd hear from Trees' third album. The first two already became post-rock classics and this album could only confirm their incredible talents. Everyone knows it's almost impossible to make something really special in this dusty genre, but so far they managed to keep their originality even without using super-unknown instruments.


It's easy not to notice Breath Of Life surrounding us no matter where we head our steps. So is the sound leading us to the talking forest. The trees never enjoyed heat though, so it's well expected to fear next steps. The First Fire has indeed a primal, blistering spirit - a flame of destruction! Fantastic work of drummer and guitarist creating a really realistic vision with even some kind of burning aura in the end.

Oh I love the stepping intro of Barren Lands of the Modern Dinosaur. Our Dino is big and heavy. He feels a little lonely, so he carefully watches his lands looking for some friends. Unfortunately for him, all creatures whom he finally meet –  They Speak With Knives. Vibrant, anxious guitars, controlled aggression of drums, still I like this idea, even though Dino gets even more upset.

But as you reach the core of Red Forest, the only option is to sit down and watch the trees spin in your head. A complexity of impressions it creates is more similar to red sea flooding your mind. A raw power of dry guitars, um, sorry, pine woods, the softening, warm basses of groun cover, little animals passing you by... I don't want to open my eyes, uniting with nature seems a really great idea right now.

But when I open them, I see The Aleutian Clouds quickly changing in my eyes and making me feel I fly, fly, fly! over red forests. Still, when one lies in the grass for too much time, it's easy to get Left to Rust and Rot. It can be quite a pleasant experience though, especially if those squeaky guitars caress your ears... Just another sigh, When the Big Hand Buries the Twelve and it's a drastic moment you realize we're back in the city.

Damn, I missed those Trees! And I have to say, I like this album even more than their earlier works. So don't be misled by my weird stories, go and dive into Red Forest!

The Last Days - When The Tomorrow Is a Grey Day [2010]

This Easter-time made me feel really melancholic and rediscovering old treasures. I read old favourite books, watch even older movies and remind old friends. Among many oldies visiting my player, I got really surprised by The Last Days – amazingly atmospheric black/ambient project. Their debut When The Tomorrow Is a Grey Day is almost 2 years old, but today it impressed me just like back in my high school times.


They themselves describe their music as 'Cold, grey and urban music.' Well said. If you already discovered growing giants of the so called 'post black metal', 'blackwave' or 'black shoegaze' like Les Discrets and friends, you'll definitely enjoy The Last Days. The album is just 5 songs, but they manage to make 35 minutes last long enough to go visit dreamland and backwards.

I shall probably talk about all songs to fully express their beauty and maturity, but let me just focus on the core, as the shorter song make more of an instrumental wrapping on the gift.  Make The Change...Are Your Last Days is to me a great picture of city at night and reflections we all make while facing that time. Melancholic passages, shadowing guitars and the omnipresent feeling of being overwhelmed by a dark, depressive power.

Soul Of City on the contrary takes up a fight. It opens in delicate riffs to soon make a drastic move towards its doom – a cry, a struggle and inner headbanging. Indeed, don't they say a spirit of city is battle? This song is a pure, beautiful, sad fight. A fight with urban lifestyle of consumption and hurry, a fight with feeling empty. An everlasting war with what Baudelaire once called spleen.

Still my personal favourite is The Time Will Never Come Back – slowly unfolding, with nicely drawing drums and simple but charming riffs, reminding me how beautiful can a mixture of post rock and black metal get.

Opium Dream Estate - Unveiled [2011]

It's a cold sunny day and I'm sitting at the door of the balcony of my ancient house. The hot coffee in my cup gets colder as I drown in my thoughts and sounds. It's been a good while since I told you a story of my musical adventures, so you might wonder what weird direction they'd take this time. Let me give you a hint – as winter winded away, I was reminded of a certain interesting project – Opium Dream Estate, and it's their new album that blew my mind today.


The easiest way to describe this music would be to call it dark neofolk, and indeed it has the special cold and solemn sound of that genre. It is a very old-fashioned music, kind of soundtrack you imagine reading Victorian books.

The opening intro creates quite dark atmosphere, but it soon gets balanced by more oriental and trancing melodies as Entwined unrolls. I wouldn't say it's the music very original in its genre, but it gives a really nice, moving shade to long, cold afternoon and I bet it'd make a thrilling effect during late evening discover-your-gothic-city walks.

In the whole record, my personal favourites are vibrant, mysterious An English Garden and Solace – more idyllic, happy-spirited song that I still remember enchanted me on previous EP of the band - Through The White Landscape.

Another interesting composition is made out of Wherever The Wind May Blow – a mixture of dark, industrial loops and guitar's consonance. It's also hard to resist melancholic charm of My Evening Tea and the cover of Dead Can Dance's In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated– probably one of the best versions I've heard.

My head is still too busy to write a lot of words, but if you enjoy dark side of the music, you must try Unveiled and use your work break for some sweet, dark dreams.

Melissa Auf Der Maur - Out Of Our Minds [2010]

I must confess I'm not a big fan of girls in rock. For many years my reaction to them was 'meh', 'well, that's quite ok' or 'I'd sing it better'. Till today in my Top 30 LastFm's you can see only two chicks and three bands that have them from time to time. Surprisingly though, last year brought a couple of great women to me. Meet my newest sweetheart – Melissa Auf Der Maur.

What most girls do in the band? Sing. Not her though. She started career as a basswoman for Hole, toured with The Smashing Pumpkins and led a cover-band singing Black Sabbath... In the meantime she became quite a photographer as well. That's a spirit! But someday, our girl sat down and thought – well, I could enjoy singing at last – so soon she made her super-energetic solo debut, followed by a unique 2010's Out Of Our Minds.

Whereas the debut - Auf Der Maur seems like a rage of a young metalhead girl, Out Of Our Minds is a well-considered grown's woman statement. Instead of screaming in passion, Melissa seduces you with more swinging, old-fashioned melodies, but keeps her favorite low basses and very guitarish basement. Together with an album she released a short movie and a comic book which I really hope to see one day.

I just love The Hunt – it's probably one of the best instrumental intros to rock albums. But it's the bluesy title track that catches your ear first.

If you're listening
You're a dreamer
So come in

Will you take that trip? Will you dive into her mysterious, female world, quite Lynchy at the first sound? I already mentioned though (check out Fever Ray) that women are very moody creatures. There won't be much drifting in 50s', as there is so much more great music in the world! We have to rock into deep, heavy, guitar-fizzing Isis Speaks. Sweet Melissa... this song is a head-cracker, a Niagara of sound! (did I mention she's Canadian?)

A main difference between Melissa's two albums is guitar's composition. Previously a bit annoyingly heavy and noisy, whereas now – intense, but subtle in its heaviness. Veeeery hearable in Lead Horse. It's quite classic for girls to sing mainly about love, but Follow the Map is a story of a boy with a broken heart turned to leather. Oh is it so? Masculine heart breaks into leather? It's a very pleasant tune, filled with grief and regret...

22 Below is a bit of a psychotherapy, beginning very innocently and suddenly releasing sadness in pain.

Fire deep inside,
Spinning us through time,
The heart of the matter,
I hear it getting louder

I can't help but associate these lyrics with splendid movie The Indian Runner ('I want to feel that fire deep inside me... again!')

I'm your healer and... you're mine!

Yeeep. Bass is a really sensual instrument, and so is Melissa's voice. Any other singer performing Meet Me On The Darkside would sound either kitschy or slutty. SHE is gorgeous and super hot while speaking to those low, low, deeeep melody. This can be only followed by instrumental miniature and a duo with Glenn Danzig over Father's Grave. Freaking lucky Melissa, composing with her lifetime idol! In this excitement I can only complain that good The Key is a bit lost before thrilling The One. This song wins a prize for a motivational piece of music during exams. Nope, I didn't sing it to any of my lecturers, still, it was a hell of a headbanging bridge between integrals.

Honestly, I wouldn't need any more songs on this album, but I don't mind happily ironic 1000 Years – it brings a nice wind of change to my sitting dance, moving my hips not arms. Did you ever tried to dance weird combo of rumba, tango and belly dance while typing codes? Try, there'll be no regrets! Same for rocking Mother's Red Box.

This might not be the most detailed piece of recommendation, but drowning in studies as I am and impressed as I feel – I shall be excused. Now go listen!

Crippled Black Phoenix - (Mankind) The Crafty Ape [2012]

First of all – dear band, I'm sorry. I really wanted to hold on to original release day, but I so need you these days, I couldn't refuse trying the leak. Still, I humbly promise to buy your album the moment it enters stores. But today's story isn't about my remorses – it's supposed to focus on newie from one of the most fabulous modern bands. Crippled Black Phoenix. (Mankind) The Crafty Ape. How ironic and yet actual this phrase is.

What can you do when everything you touch, turns into horror and failure? Yup, that was my today and I bet all of you experience it sometimes. So, any ideas? Well, if the lecturer kicks you out of the classroom, it is honestly a good idea to spontaneously go to the theater. It's not pretty bad to get lost as well. And that's where music becomes quite useful.

The Thread, they called the first part.
All of sudden, I find myself in the wrong bus. Scared, I jump out of it and recognize, I don't have a clue of where I am. Ok, calm down, J., just play some music and we'll find the way home. Hmm, let's check this new CBP. Oh, wow! That is indeed quite a threatening beginning! But it fades into idyllic shadow so soon... Let's buy some bread, I think we forgot about dinner again... Oh! My! Check the song's title, check that! Heart Of Every Country – what a guitar, mmm, I'm delighted. And it resolves with such a calm passion, wasn't Opeth like this before they fucked up? Or maybe rather Gilmour! Knopfler in his best years! That must be a great lyrics, pay attention next time! That bread ain't too fresh, but mmm, just eat it and walk. Awww, guitar solo and such deep piano! I think some people claimed it was 'one of the finest work by Pink Floyd', I second that!

No, I don't. That must be next track, Get Down and Live With It. Voices in the background, that's quite CBP's taste... oh, and drums like in King Lupus! Strings! Hmm, I really prefer female vocals like this, than those from Of a Lifetime, nice lows. Joe and cello! So much power do I feel. And isn't it the castle over there? If I get to it, I'll find out where I am. Yes, CBP will let me do that. Hah - le me walking dark streets with such epic passages in my ears! You can hide, Leo:P All post rock bands can hide as well. Next point? (In the Yonder Marsh) Well, that's probably what will offend PF fans most – a combination of heart beating, bells and electronic fuzzes in a space-like package. I don't think I mind though. Ups, did I sing And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking aloud? That guy gave me such a strange look.

Air gets thicker now, as I get into some darker streets and I can't say A Letter Concerning Dogheads and its pessimistic atmosphere raise my heart up. But hey, I already know this song! It's a famous The Brain / Poznan, inspired by us, Polish fans<3 That's upbringing indeed. I'll have to praise those amazing instrumental parts if I ever write a review! What's the time? Ok, minute 6, noted. Oh, look Joanna! It's Old Town! I'm almost home.

Chapter II (The Trap):
Laying the Traps... That song lays good in my legs, how about a little walk before we reach home..? A hot coffee would be good idea as well... OH MY GOD!! *spills half of the coffee* Aaaa! Those drums!! I so wanna play that rhythm on my imaginary drum! And the chorus is terrific, note to self: listen thousand times to this song. They apparently wanna keep up pace in this part... yes, I'm definitely gonna walk a while longer. Wow, saxo?! Is it saxo Born In a Hurricane? Love the rock&roll ending! And now they Release The Clowns? r&r slow motioned? That's a really sexy tune, guess if such a music freak as me wanted to seduce somebody, she could use it as a musical help:P (What?) is it? Judging by greek-like guitar and chapter's name – I'd say somebody successfully sent a Horse to Troy.

Chapter III (The Blues of Man):
Ok, we've reached home. We should study. A Suggestion (Not A Very Nice One). I think I'll choose finishing this splendid album first. This song has a great, lazy base (drums&bass and bluesy voice) + broken rhythm. Yay, my feet love kicking rebelliously to it! But there comes an oriental bridge (Dig, Bury, Deny) and I'm watching Asia-oriented pics with my mind's eyes. Not for long - Operation Mincemeat – moves me to England and its foggy fields in the early, cold morning. It's the most incredible waltz I've ever heard, drifting in melancholy and dew.  

We Will Never Get Out This World Alive however – a sad, balanced piano miniature, urm, shall I say 'eargasm!' – puts my tired feet on the melancholic path leading straight to Faced With Complete Failure, Utter Defiance Is the Only Response – opus magnum – 15minutes of musical masterpiece, that proves CBP are beyond all genres, and no matter what elements of them they use – they become even better. I didn't joke about buying that album! And when I'm done, I'll find my old discman and take even longer evening walk.

Use your anger to creatively destroy your oppressors - as they say. Thank you my dear, now I'll study in peace.