"A symphony grows from a single note
Ancient
mysticisms lift us up beyond life into the channeled past of the
future, offering religious incantations that challenge our mind
with the universal and ageless questions of Shangri-La. The keys
to heaven are held aloft as the music cascades over our body, drenching
every pore and proclaiming the Goddess of Music (in this case named
Sophia) is the music of God.
Sophia
is the music, The Veil is the vessel that delivers Sophia
/ the music / God to us and opens our spirits to a Zen-like state
where we are blessed at a musical alter which connects us to the
euphorial plane we all strive to reach in life, yet are only promised
in death. The opening title track Sophia Speaks
subtitled (A Translation) presents lyrics that explain
the sanctity of pure love, the eroticism of its sexual connotations,
the heaven God allows us to sample/enjoy here on earth, and the
lengths it propels us to in order to achieve and preserve it. All
presented in a Mass-like atmosphere as the music envelopes us with
a Celtic - Mid Eastern style that stirs the soul with an ancient
worship of love obtained musically through A Translation
that embraces all time, from
past to present; calling forth Arabic, Native Indian, Egyptian,
and Celestial implications into a fusion that will carry us dancing
forth into the inner spiritual escape we lust after.
Come, Listen, Sophia Speaks
My
Heart Is A Lion explodes with a marching band drumming
that urgently drags us along on an adventure punctuated by the striking
vocals of Deirdre. They snatch our ears with a poetry slam rap,
marching us out to grab life and live it to our fullest abilities
yet its the Rounds that proclaim: Were made of
dreams, and myths and love / Divine inside, stardust gathered from
above that cast hope and doubt, and sends us reeling (listen
to this now at:
http://www.independisc.com/sounds/myheart.ram
and marvel at this amazing piece of lost musical art. Just listen,
just listen to that!) for, does this song of Sophia (the
music) present the power of man to reject God? Or, is it showing
that at times man needs to
believe in his own power before he can accept the God that has bestowed
upon him the power to do so? In either case it is the power of the
music that knocks us down and bowls us over along with Deirdres
incredible vocals that wail along side Marks Guitar which
wails, and wails, WAILS!
Centering
the disc, Beggar Man starts out like Take
A Pebble by EL&P, Dealer by Santana,
Babes In The Woods by Steve Miller, and Cant
Find My Way Home by Blind Faith dropped into Kashmir
by Led Zepplin. (Hell about the only exotic instrument
curiously absent here is the Hurdy Gurdy). A tale of 3 personas
in every man, it cranks out a guitar, drums, and sitar jam thatll
just blow your aura to the outer limits. It also acts as a catalyst
for:
Fever
Vision; A tale of torrid passion and bliss as experienced
through a fever so intense that the hallucinogenic visions brought
on, propel the narrator into a sustained state of arousal that defies
explanation. Yet, when she finally arrives at the other side of
the time and reality bending fever she finds that the object of
this obsessive eroticism is beside her, having successfully nursed
her through, with total representation within the visions. A Tour
de Force that is highlighted by the intense spoken word vocal delivery
of Margarita, and supported by Deirdres backing vocals and
powerhouse choruses.
Slipping
in one more metaphor before the finale Star of India
recounts the late 60s psychedelic era capitalizing on an extended
sitar solo as we are invited to take this trip while its there
(the Star of India is not only an exotic cruise ship about
to leave port, it is
also symbolic of Sophia, of music), to decide that Theres
no time to lose and prepare for Xanadu.
But
Xanadu can be defined in as many different ways as there are different
cultures as there are different people. A Single Note
begins with the end, a death, and the wait for rebirth. Using Deirdres
wailing chants behind Margaritas spoken lyric delivery the
music pushes us further and further along conjuring Mid
eastern images of tunics, belly dancers, dust and sand. Ancient
tales of surreal spiritual power evoked through the hash haze of
hookah pipes relate that the cry of a newborn/reborn is the single
note that propels the symphony of life.
And
so, Sophia speaks; Beginning to end, end to beginning, completing
the cycle, handing us the keys to enter our Shangri-La through the
artistic God(dess) of music.
Final
Note: Just as any escapism can be addicting,
so too can be music.
Sophia Speaks by The Veil is truly an addictive work of art."
-
Gary Vollono, Independisc
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