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Thieves' Kitchen: Argot; (CD, 64:40) Independent release, TKCD002 2001 E-mail: ThievesKitchen@aol.com Cyberhome: http://www.thieveskitchen.co.uk TK is back with yet another fine release of hard-edged, noir-prog rock, that spits out the truth of this world's endless stream of harsher realities. Be it inner struggles to be true to oneself or to simply rise above the pressures of life that would seek to drown personality in the mundane -- TK bangs out the fight. They deliver their rocking cold shower and bed of nails via an endless storm of riff-crunch, power chordal guitar and virtuoso keyboard superstructure. Bass and drums provide a concrete foundation and souped- up drivetrain. Add in vocals with that angry howl and pained resolve and this is neo-prog that blows away most other neo-proggers by its fierce momentum and epic jams. The onslaught buries you for over an hour in just four songs that range from 12:58 to 20:22. If you have that need to vent and yet dream of ultimate resolution of conflict, these guys are your soundtrack. There is more than enough extensive keyboard solos and sordid axe meanderings of ecstasy to satisfy even the most jaded prog rocker. If you dug their first release, you'll dig this one too -- this follow-up doing an awesome job of keeping this reviewer eager for the next project. Recommended steroidal art rock and introspective neo-prog for the nameless heroes that walk among us each day. ~ John W. Patterson, EER-MUSIC.com
Thieves’ Kitchen: Head (CD, 63:05); Independent release, TKCD001, 2000 E-mail: ThievesKitchen@aol.com Cyberhome: http://www.thieveskitchen.co.uk Thieves’ Kitchen is Mark Robotham on electrical skins, Simon Boys lead vox of great angst, Phil Mercy is mean and riff-heavy axe, Wolfgang Kindl on superb keys and last but not least is Paul Beecham on bass and backing vox. Five songs range from 7:15 to 11:00 offering hard-hitting prog with a full-voiced impact. “Mute” opens things -- guitar-driven, dirty overdrive, fretboard-heating excellence. Keys lend an orchestral fullness in an almost cathedral air with organ aswelling. Vox is meaty, throaty, resonant, stimulating, and mature. No bombastic, high-prog pretense here. Boys’ style reminds me of U.K., Styx, and Foreigner croonings. Synth and axe unison lines and solos are inspired, moving, and angst-ridden. Bass and drums? Perfect and slick throughout -- tight and tuff. Great stuff. “Time” features a superb synth/keys/vibes-voiced intro. Mean crunch-axe is back with keys painting a wall-of-sound canvas, organically-grown mellotronic delights. Vox is again angst-heavy in Echolyn mode. This is a driving tune -- set the cruise control to 75-80 mph. Mercy’s axe screams beautifully full of sustain and clean attacks. What soul! Vibes-synth carry things along all the while Mercy rips it and then mutate into monster organ bellowings. Bass and drums are finessed and berserk. Beecham’s harmonic vox expands Boys’ range. “The Return of the Ultragravy” . . . mellotrons, shades of S.F.F. and early Crimson the king. Yeah buddy. Power chords, courtesy of Mercy, raze all neo-prog, weenie-rock, tinny-towers. No pansy-prog here! Vox is still introspectively dark like Echolyn just noticed a lost record deal or something equally crushing. Discipline fans take note of these goodies too. By now most listeners have to realize this band KICKS butt. Enjoy the whirling time-sig changes. Nice. “Integrity” slows things down a bit. But I begin to notice something . . . this cut, tho’ 9:10, is the track that TK needs to push for radio play. It’s hook-laden, a treasure trove of catchy moments. Though it mirrors much of all that has preceded it leans essentially mainstream in places. Send this to a college/internet DJ now! Final cut, “T.A.N.U.S.” weighs in at a hefty 19:30 opening with a “tribute” to Floyd’s DSOTM -- clocks ticking, alarms, etc. Well . . . by now all instruments and vocals have firmly fallen into a whole-album gestalt. There is more angst, cynicism, yada-yada, “Life’s a drag” and here we go again in a musically affected ennui. “T.A.N.U.S.” is the big finish, the amen, the extended benediction -- a song yes yet it is one long reprise of “Mute”. Musicianship is top-notch but composition-wise we have but many echoes of what has come and gone. For symphonic proggers wanting a crunchingly tasty, monumental suite, Head’s five-song release will satisfy. It is more a five-part tour de force of solid rockin’ prog with lyrics of persistent pessimism. Head is a commentary on that sad state of affairs we accept as “life”. Most of us lunkheads plod through, oblivious, shrugging tired shoulders, and say, “Hey, ya wanna rent a movie tonite?” Head complains blatantly, loudly, and with obvious forethought and talent. Strong work guys. Do it again. (Sorry for the delayed applause.) ~ John W. Patterson
More info on another Phil Mercy guitar-driven, recording reviewed here: FEAR OF FANTASTIC FLIGHT
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