In an album of pretty high highs and pretty low lows, the epitome of peaks and valleys DT song:
This Dying Soul:
0:00 – 0:40: I get it! This is a sort of thrash titans tribute album. The first 5 chords – albeit in a slightly different progression, accents and tempo – just scream “For Whom the Bell Tolls intro homage”, then Mike goes full on sophisti-Lombardo and everything blurs. I can live with that.
0:40 – 0:52: … Then Johhny P says: “Mike, I see your Metallica Slayer double pair and raise you an Uli and Ritchie Charon Babylon full house on steroids”.
0:52 – 1:11: It wasn't a full house, it's a full Home, and so far the best melodic line in this album. To be fair it's the only one at this point, but it's still focking great. Can we please not move from this nice but still virile spot in The Compass?
1:11 – 1:44: Finally Mr Rudess has come out to play, how corteous. Pretty solo, weirdly borrowing some Derek filters.
1:44 – 2:04: Still sneakly masquerading and hiding in plain sight, but still For Whom the Bell Tolls homage, this time the chorus riff.
2:04 – 2:32: Are we back to Nick and Vic Focking? No, wait, it's a clever shout out to tie The Mirror into the ongoing Saga. It makes absolute sense, lyrically, musically, existentially.
2:32 – 2:42: LeFock? Stop with this gimmick nonsense that has obviously carried over from the last album, I beg you! What is this? Rage Against The Majestchine? Stop dressing a dignified lady as a poledancer for fock's sake!
2:42 – 3:01: Ok, I'm cooling down, just in time to confirm a suspect arisen during the previous song. What the fock is wrong with James? He's not exactly struggling, but voice definitely sounds lacking a cylinder. I missed last tour so I'm focking in the dark and slightly unnerved.
3:01 – 3:39: … And that's a pity because a full roaring set of pipes is the least you could do to honour this beautiful monster of a chorus. What a focking ping pong of opposite emotions, and totally appropriate for the Black Bitch Chapter.
3:39 – 4:07: This. This is the exact point where you can see my heart sink into my shoes and hit DT rock bottom. What next? The Majestie Boys? Are you focking traitorous pimp of an album done manipulating my hopes and emotions like I was a poor dumb hoe? Wait, totally appropriate for the Black Bitch Chapter.
4:07 – 5:04: And this stretch of gimmicking and posturing is – philosophically speaking – the worst DT minute I have ever heard, ruining what had started as a, yes dammit, a great tune. Please allow me a couple of points here, since, having been wisely helped to eschew self-censorship, I should at least indulge in over-clarification:
1) This is not experimental, since the “not tipically DT” bits are pretty standard stylistic features … in other acts' catalogues.
2) This is not an organic change of style. A whole unexpected thrash album would be, a la Painkiller. This is good old fashioned DT music forcibly injected with tough young metal fan juice. Which leads to ...
3) I would love this song sans the rap/nu/gimmicky stuff, and I could understand this song entirely (and experimentally) made of rap/nu/gimmicky stuff (and Mike should have the balls to sing his own brainchildren when it's obvious his singer isn't cut for them). I can't tolerate one foot in both shoes.
5:04 – 5:43: Repetition hence (further) considerations: I didn't mention this in the points above, but i did notice James being forced to Mustaine in his darkest hour. Now, not only this is becoming unsufferable, but it strikes me as a tad hypocritical as well; you basically start an album saying. “this is who I am, this is the way I play and tough titties” and the very next thing you won't allow your vocalist to be who he is, to sing the only way he can sing. I would have called the first track "I'm a Guitar God but I'm Happy to Play Trombone Left Handed if Asked”, just for consistency's sake.
5:42 – 5:59: And this is a gorgeous part, courtesy of piano and ternary feel, and I love it to pieces. And the regret for what this song could have been goes off the charts. Black Bitch, again.
5:59 – 6:31: And guess what? When a James-friendly (or music-friendly, but your mileage may vary) vocal line appears, Big James just shines. If I realise it, there's a good chance four music geniuses realise it too. Before joining this forum I didn't know anything about the band outside what was contained inside the record sleeve/cd box or what I could witness live. Now I know James had been “talked to”, and now I believe he's been punished with this album.
6:31 – 7:15: See? They won't make up their minds. Walk! … no, ACOS! wait … Walk again! …. and ACOS! Quoting mister Ian Hunter, you're never alone with a schizophrenic.
7:15 – 7:45: All together now please, because you focking knew this was coming: Blackened is the end, winter it will send, throwing all you see into obscurity ... Sorry, couldn't help it.
7:45 – 8:05: This I like. This is once again very AchangeofSeason-esque. Clever songwriting. Isn't that where Mike's turmoils started?
8:05 – 8:35: My Canadian client can't perform ominous preposterous and posturous spoken passages, sorry. If focking Manowar could afford Orson Wells, you could at least call Morgan Freeman perhaps? Hell, is Liev Schreiber too much busy for this?
8:35 – 8:55: This is definitely ACOS, but can't place it and don't wanna cheat. Winter section, right before the liberating ride bell?
8:55 – 9:37: Now, this focking rocks! It's heavy and progressive and genuine. And if you can't see the difference from the segments I've whined about earlier, I don't know what to tell you.
9:37 – 10:30: Please let me get out of the timeline for a moment: doesn't this technically commendable but musically rather plain guitar-keyboards trade off blend with another dozen technically commendable but musically rather plain guitar-keyboards trade offs in future albums? Because, you know, I still can literally sing you every Johnny P's and Jordan's solo when musically meaningful.
10:30 – 11:24: Thank God. This is how you build a kickass musically intelligent and dramatic solo story. I'm obviously talking about the bass. It's really a thing of beauty, and I believe the chaos sorrounding it is accurately designed to underline it while pretending to conceal it.
“Hi!”
“...”
“I said hi!”
“ ...uh ...”
“Is something wrong with my face?”
“ uh? … er, no, why?”
“Well, you've been staring at it for the last 15 minutes”
“MAKE-UP PLEASE!”
Coming Next: Endless Sacrifice thanks to Pup