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Guitarist Omar Rodriguez-Lopez and singer Cedric Bixler formed DeFacto,
a dub project,
and then
Mars Volta, a more progressive outfit featuring keyboardist
Isaiah "Ikey" Owens, , that debuted with the EP
Tremulant (Gold Standard Labs, 2001).
Featuring
the Red Hot Chili Peppers' bassist "Flea",
Mars Volta's De-loused In The Comatorium (Universal, 2003), represented a vast technical improvement over At The Drive In, the original band of chameleon-like vocalist Cedric Bixler Zavala and energetic guitarist Omar Rodriguez-Lopez.
It is an ambitious and creative work, penned by ambitious and creative musicians, that reinvents prog-rock for the post-emo generation.
The most "regular" song is perhaps Inertiatic ESP, torn by punk spasms.
Announced by the brief overture of Son Et Lumiere (a riff that
emerges from shapeless radio noise and guitar strumming) Inertiatic ESP boasts
versatile and powerful vocals, that range from operatic to rap, and a
hysterical guitar, that engages in a vast repertory of styles.
Quasi-thrash drumming and lugubrious distorted organ pulses fuel this four-minute manifesto.
The seven-minute Roulette Dares boasts an even stronger melody, bordering on the melodramatic standard of Broadway show tunes or of Queen despite the hardcore impetus and the epileptic fits that are worthy of Led Zeppelin's Communication Breakdown.
Emphatic vocals and videogame-like guitar doodling propel
the eight-minute excursion of Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt.
Possibly the album's zenith occurs with the frenzied and virtuoso playing of another seven-minute piece, Drunkship of Lanterns, the prototype for Mars Volta's Latin-metal fusion.
A close competitor in terms of technical prowess is the 12-minute Cicatriz ESP, that boasts three simultaneous guitar solos (John Frusciante on the third guitar),
reminiscent of Neil Young and the Grateful Dead in their most acid moments,
although the piece itself drags on a bit too long and a bit too magniloquent.
The collage-like structures and haphazard dynamics of the best songs define Mars Volta's disorienting praxis. The codas are often the most interesting part of the song (sonically speaking), micro-concertos of sound effects (the brief instrumental Tira Me a las Aranas is basically just a coda, and a superb example of psychedelic tapestry). Their typical song always seems to spiral out of control.
On the downside, a few of these songs are the classic "much ado about nothing".
For example, Eriatarka is a soft ballad with Led Zeppelin-ian tension, replete with sudden bursts of hard-rock riffs and grand guitar melodies.
And Televators is nothing but a power-ballad in disguise.
In the meantime,
Jim Ward formed Sparta
with guitarist Paul Hinojos and drummer Tony Hajjar. They
released the single
Cut Your Ribbon, the EP Austere (2002), which includes
the catchy Mye,
and the albums Wiretap Scars (Dreamworks, 2002), opened by the
virulent Cut Your Ribbon,
and
Porcelain (Geffen, 2004), with the grungey Guns Of Memorial Park
and Death In The Family,
and Threes (2006), the first album with Keeley Davis on guitar,
neither offering
a terribly original variation on At The Drive In's emo-core.
They are basically the alter-ego of Mars Volta: moving towards
melodic, simplified structures instead of intricate, convoluted structures.
At The Drive In's guitarist Jarrett Wrenn and keyboardist Kenny Hopper
formed Crime in Choir, that also features synth-man Jesse Reiner and guitarist
Carson McWhirter, and released a work of ethereal prog-rock,
The Hoop (Frenetic, 2004).
Perhaps the only hard-rock band to be truly unique (and sonically transgressive) in 2005, Mars Volta, having incorporated bassist Juan Alderete, delivered
Frances The Mute (Universal, 2005), an album that matched and surpassed
the art-pomp of its predecessor.
With their first album Mars Volta had tried to balance the urge to exhibit their
astronomical technical skills with the desire to be actually understood by
the audience. On the second album they largely ignored the audience.
The songs are (much) longer and a lot less melodic. They rely on cryptic, neurotic,
elongated structures. They do more than just "deconstruct" known archetypes
and genres. The endings, in particular, often sound like philosophical treatises.
The intricate, non-linear art of the first album is bent to more spectacular
ends. Each piece is a cascade of complex but incoherent fragments that generates
a brutally disjointed but viscerally effective stream of consciousness,
Each of the five tracks is basically an album in itself, made of several
sub-tracks that often collide with their neighbors instead of segueing
smoothly from and into them.
Furthermore,
Theodore's drumming, Rodriguez's guitar, and Bixler's vocals seem to embody
all the technical progress of the last two decades, from
Red Hot Chili Peppers
to Phish,
from Korn
to System Of A Down,
as if progressive-rock (reincarnated in Mars Volta) was attempting to catch up
with all relevant styles developed after its heyday.
The dizzying experience of dissecting these colossal tracks
is enough to swallow much of the recent
history of rock music like a black hole in waiting.
It doesn't mean that everything is essential: one can easily argue that each
track could have been trimmed down to make it more pleasant.
It would have also helped focus on the fragments that truly matter, many of
which are left in the air without a sensible development or ending.
Despite the amount of details, nothing seems to happen by accident.
Even the distant guitar that opens Cygnus Vismund Cygnus sounds like a metaphor, not just a cute sound effect. The 13-minute piece itself is a continuation of Mars Volta's Latin-metal fusion/fission program. After four minutes
of pure frenzy, the guitar intones a jagged jazzy solo (sort of
Peter Green for the age of hyper-neurosis).
Then the loud emphatic staccato tumult restarts. As it is often the case, the
(four-minute) coda is another case of metaphorical albeit undecipherable
art, a collage of sound effects that hardly relates to the song that preceded it.
By the same token, the musique-concrete coda of
the brief (by these standards) The Widow contrasts with the
melodramatic tone and Hendrix-ian guitar of the tune itself.
L'Via l'Viaquez instead well documents how Mars Volta che turn the
cheesiest of themes into an avantgarde piece. It starts out as the most tedious
of Latin-pop songs. After three minutes it slows down into a sleepy
cha-cha intermezzo. Then a soaring heavy-metal guitar brings back the tune.
After a chaotic instrumental break, the vocals repeat the melody. But the
context keeps changing, shifting from sensual whisper to Caribbean vibraphone.
The song is basically twelve minutes of variations over a silly leitmotiv.
A four-minute introduction of alien hisses and wails sets the tone for Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore, a suite in four movements (by the mysterious titles of Vade Mecum, Pour Another Icepick, Pisacis, Con Safo). Then a funereal horn fanfare and Bixler's oneiric lullaby
create a melancholy atmosphere that suddenly explodes in a melodramatic crescendo. Sparse horns dominate the implosion that follows. For a few minutes only disjointed fragments of sound emerge from the fog. Unlike the previous tracks, the
coda of this one is not a disintegration of the tune but a reconstitution of the tune, a slow paradisiac reprise.
They break the pattern again with the 32-minute suite Cassandra Gemini,
the only one to open straight with the main rhythmic/guitar/vocal pattern.
Hardcore frenzy and pop calm alternate to shape a power ballad with bluesy overtones a` la Led Zeppelin's How Many More Times. This narrative juggernaut collapses into pure instrumental and vocal agony, as a symphonic crescendo parallels passionate soul-jazz-blues vocals.
The complex guitar interplay of the second part lifts the kammerspiel
up one more (metaphysical) orbit, or pulls it down one more layer towards the
bottom of (psychic) hell. The coda is the non-plus-ultra of Mars Volta's
semiotic madness, blending Karlheinz Stockhausen's electronic maelstroms and Albert Ayler's free-jazz mayhems.
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(Translation by/ Tradotto da Paolo Latini)
Il chitarrista Omar Rodriguez-Lopez e il cantante Cedric Bixler formano i
DeFacto e quindi i Mars Volta, un gurppo più progressive outfit,
che debuttano con l'EP Tremulant (Gold Standard Labs, 2001). De-loused
In The Comatorium (Universal, 2003), ospite Flea al basso, è
un lavoro ambizioso e creativo, realizzato da musicisti ambiziosi e creativi,
che reinventa il prog-rock per la generazione post-emo.
L'unica traccia che suona come il prog-rock classico è Eriatarka
(6:20), ma anche le lunghe escursioni Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt
(8:41) e Cicatriz Esp (12:28) devono qualcosa al genere. D'altro
lato, le strutture collagistiche e le dinamiche casuali di Roulette
Dares (7:30) sono tipiche della prassi disorientante dei Mars Volta,
delle loro canzoni che sempre sembrano dover sfuggire dal controllo. Probabilmente
lo zenith dell'album è nella caotica e virtuosa Drunkship of
Lanterns (7:05), e nei tre simultanei assolo di chitarra di Cicatriz
ESP (con John Frusciante alla terza chitarra). L'unica canzone regolare
è Inertiatic ESP, strappata da spasmi punk.
(Translation by/ Tradotto da (Laura Lo Coco)
I Mars Volta, probabilmente il solo gruppo rock ad essere nel 2005 veramente unico (e musicalmente trasgressivo), ha pubblicato Frances The Mute (Universal, 2005), un album che ha raggiunto e superato lo sfarzo artistico del suo predecessore. L’unica differenza è che qui la band ha cercato di bilanciare la necessità di esibire le proprie astronomiche capacità tecniche con il desiderio di essere veramente capita dal pubblico.
L’intricata e sconnessa arte del primo album approda a più spettacolari conclusioni, con risultati misti: invece che ad un flusso di coscienza brutalmente sconnesso ma visceralmente efficace, ci si ritrova di fronte ad una sequenza di frammenti, completi ma incoerenti. Ognuno dei cinque pezzi è fondamentalmente un album di per sé, costituito da numerose sotto-tracce che spesso collidono con quelle vicine invece di integrarsi, seguire e incorporarsi da e verso queste.
La batteria di Theodore, la chitarra di Rodriguez e la voce di Bixler sembrano inglobare tutti i progressi tecnici degli ultimi vent’anni, dai Red Hot Chili Peppers ai Phish, dai Korn ai System Of A Down, come se il progressive-rock (che i Mars Volta incarnano), dal momento in cui ha raggiunto il suo apice, avesse cercato di catturare e legarsi ad ogni stile che si fosse sviluppato ed affermato successivamente.
La vertiginosa esperienza della cruda Cygnus Vismund Cygnus e la lunghissima (30 minuti) Cassandra Gemini sono sufficienti ad inglobare la maggior parte della recente storia del rock, come un buco nero in potenza. Questo non significa che tutto è perfettamente necessario e perfettamente essenziale: si sarebbe potuto facilmente sostenere che ogni canzone poteva essere snellita perché fosse più incisiva. Avrebbe anche aiutato concentrare gli sforzi artistici su quei frammenti più importanti, molti dei quali sono lasciati a mezz’aria, senza un vero e proprio sviluppo e senza una conclusione adeguata.
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