Ghost Parade "Dying Breed"
By May Wiseman
What a creepy time of year to have a copy
of the Ghost Parade handy for play. The Dying Breed will make you want
to hang out your Halloween decorations early, light your homemade
jack-o-lantern, put a basket of candy out for the kiddies and shag your next
door neighbor while everyone else is out trick-or-treating it up around town.
Who said candy was for kids anyway?
What we've got here is a lavish brew of ruckus drums,
blazing guitar progressions, thick bass lines and rich velvety vocals. Autumn
is the guys name in change of the vocal arrangements and he sounds like a David
Bowie, or even a Peter Murphy, from way back. He's got the baritone down of
near any eighties dark new wave band that was of any substance.
The first five songs draw you into the bands sound and
give a lucid view of what this band is about lyrically and musically. The
keyboard work is mere background sounds that never go past an average
decibel for the instrument. That's usually the best kind of sound for anytime
of day (think Pink Floyd, Elbow, or M8'3) and the hardest sound for a keyboard
to achieve with so much else going on.
Love Song uses an acoustic guitar to achieve a fuller
sound, and plug in for the chorus. This gives the song some great dynamics and
it's not a sound most bands use so the sound will stay with you for a while.
The back-up vocals, which are echoed mostly, sound especially eerie through
some headphones. There are also these little minute and a half intros. Some are
played with an acoustic guitar, or keyboard using very little vocals. It's the
instrumental perk that really gives this album its rare quality.
Being partial to any symphonic soundscape, Lie To Me
is defiantly on the favorite list for this album. The piano work is simple but
intense. The song could be considered spoken word with some piano, but whoever
would say that would be wrong. Directly after this track the band breaks
through with a ruckus punk version of Fixed. Common three chord
progression played quick and sharp. You will also find toward the end of the
disc an ambient version of the song that sounds like the song danced too much
and became ill.
On Dying Breed you'll find it suits the discs
title well since the songs is a compilation if all the sounds they used on all
the tracks pulled into one song. It's easy to figure out after the third
listen. The version of Love On The Rocks I'm pretty sure is the best
Gothic Neil Diamond ever made. Could even make the list of the best cover songs
Well to wrap this up, if you're retired from LSD, put this
disc in and watch it play. The light show is rad and might bring back a few
memories. Ah the nostalgia!
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