The Highway Star reader Marcin Karski reviews =1
We have it in our hands, at last! The craved, the anticipated new Deep Purple album. And, boy, oh boy, what a joy it is, indeed. There’s a lot to cover on it, so let’s do it in a bit of an unusual way.
What’s UGLY about the album?
The cover. With the brand of Deep Purple being in its 56th year – this sleeve (you can’t call it artwork, can you?) is downright lousy, a cringe-feast. I mean, come on, I ain’t no pro designer (although I’ve done plenty of fan-artworks for records over the years), but for a few bob I really could come up with something that would be interesting for the eyes of the listener – and still carry the message that the band intends to put in the title.
At least some style in the choice of font, at least some purple colour to it. This is just OMG so bad. But at least with the events unfolding – it proved to be about the worst aspect of the release.
What’s BAD?
The choice of leading single. Portable Door proves to be the worst track of the whole album, sounding like a cover band attempt to rewrite Pictures of Home, but with far lesser effect.
Only the solos in it are good and engaging, the rest qualifies for an unmemorable B-side. Luckily the next choices proved to be far more premium shots at Deep Purple receiving radio play again, without the tracks losing a hard rock identity and integrity. No sell out there!
I can’t help having a few production issues with the album. The drum sound is really weird on some of the tracks – hisses to my ears like in a badly compressed mp3 file – up to the point where I’m really checking in my own hearing, but hey – I play it from the original CD! What’s going on?
Some instrument plans feel also weird – a few of Don’s organ solos are under-mixed in the soundscape, in other places guitar or vocals are strangely upfront. Compared to Martin Birch’s book of rules in producing a pristine sound for DP – the sound of the record is messy and unnatural in places, and it hasn’t been that weird since Rapture of the Deep.
The band is of age, so they can have issues with clear hearing, but you do work with young engineers in the studio (as seen on the documentaries) – do they suffer hearing issues too?
There are two brainfarts in production too, that really raise my eyebrows, anytime. The segue between Pictures of You and I’m Saying Nothing. Such a beautiful piece of music is used as a bridge to another song without any logical connection or development of an idea! It just sounds as somebody would have messed up the running order of the tracks in the mix. Not to mention losing such a beautiful peace not worked out into a classic Deep Purple track.
The other one is the lone record’s fade-out on Now You’re Talking. Easily among the best tracks of the whole record – the cut-down is there and it sounds like Bob and the bunch have stampeded in panic over the fader and made it irretrievable after final mixing.
Why not let the soloist go even more mad over the closing section of this splendid Mad Dog like rocker? Lack of conclusive but well thought solutions makes this a true WTF moment during the listening.
NEUTRAL / SO-SO area?
There are few more moments that make you think why the songs – while being mostly from solid to splendid – aren’t allowed more space for improvisation. Like in A Bit on the Side where Simon is stretching the strings low and rowdy for the first time. Gillan takes over, but the purple instinct of play almost screams – let loose there, let it build, give him time to stretch and play some!
It really was of a concern that most of the 13 tracks on the record tick around the 4 minute mark on counter, like someone is trying to trim Deep Purple into a song band, instead of staying true to their let loose and go mad reputation from the heyday. It did not come out all that bad in the end, but the tracks like those mentioned above that make you think were restrained by force to lack space and letting loose, which even Morse’s era deployed splendidly at times.
Now how about the GOOD THINGS?
The sound of the new line-up. There will be a battle of cheap shots between die-hard Morse fans, who are clearly bummed with the fact that the band didn’t want to retrieve Steve’s position after his family situation unfolded, and those for whom it feels that Simon’s coming as a permanent member to the band – Deep Purple sounds like Deep Purple again.
Sure, Si is not a wizard and guitar visionary on the level Steve Morse always was and will always be. But he’s an islander who fits the other four Brits – and it’s telling loud and clear in the way they mesh together. Simon has a grit and raunchy in his playing that a hard rock guitar requires, and for the DP sound it’s a must have. The chords need to have the low bottom on long sounds, the swagger and the buzz must happen from time to time. He can apply the bite and the danger that Steve – in all his strive for precision and progressive flavour – was ditching down well since 2013.
Few would argue that it’s a step back in musical credibility for Deep Purple, but actually it’s not a regress. They are not supposed to be pioneers anymore – as “Classic Rock” noted – nobody expect from them another Purpendicular like style curveball. It’s the return to the sound that makes them so engaging to a hard rock ear, just as it always was in the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s. And as you see it by now in other reviews – it’s a more than welcome return to the fold for many of the listeners.
If I was to choose between the visionary and progressive leanings of Purple sound versus their classic rollicking hard-rock, that maybe isn’t breaking new grounds BUT is straight-in-your-face turn-it-up-loud and head bang – I want the latter. And I have it in freight train wagon quantity on that record, which I just love.
Any AMAZING things out there?
Oh man, there might be too many to list it out properly. The band is tight and does sound reinvigorated in a way that they were not since Now What!?. It’s such a great thing to happen upon the guys (bar Si) almost knocking doors of the age of 80.
The songwriting is strong, it may not trash the rock tables upside down, but it’s really been a while since 2013 that on a Purple record 8 of 13 tracks were belters and the remaining 5, while being workman-like or not cohesive – are still at least in parts engaging (Sharp Shooter, Portable Door, I’m Saying Nothing, Money To Burn, I’ll Catch You). The last one – while Gillan’s vocal delivery is beautiful, really falls too much with compositional aspects into a Gary Moore tribute song. [Editor’s Note: Wasn’t this section supposed to describe the amazing things?]
If I Were You – I’m unconvinced with the bridge-chorus part – it’s really tacky by numbers and doesn’t sit well with the wonderful leading motive by guitar and excellent closing part with echoing vocals emphasizing the title! I would add there a longer section with guitar keyboard solos employing the echo / delay / speakers left-right roll-over repeats. So it’s a very strange to taste mix of uninspired bits and genius rolled into one song.
Pictures Of You and Lazy Sod are splendid takes of melodic rock, that will bite your head through the ears and keep you humming them for days and days. This is perfect balance between sounding accessible but not commercial, whilst not losing an inch of the style or integrity. Marvellous, they saved the hopes for glory after the unconvincing 1st single.
Show Me and A Bit on the Side are the best opening two-punch since A Simple Song and Weirdistan, convincing, engaging and oh-boy so rolling and tumbling with swagger and delivery.
Solo spots just kill (and Don makes a great use of Moog synthesizer on this record, not restraining himself to Hammond only). Gillan finally sounds uncaged and sinister again in his vocal deliveries (lovely story of Charlene) and Simon really blows out the powder barrel on the latter with his solo, applying some nasty sounds along with classy licks there.
The other big kick favourites are Old Fangled Thing – sweet mix of Things I Never Said / Lazy shuffle feel with dodgy riff – the soloists chasing themselves like the happiest dogs on the playfield and Gillan again with his “so fucking what!” attitude and screaming just once more his head off. Gotta love it.
Marvellously stunning Now You’re Talking, the stomp, the drive, the energy threatening to throw you off the road, balls to the ground. Again badly under-developed with the space to let the soloists loose – but when they have their bit to kick in – oh, boy, do they deliver in spades. I so wish this was played live with giving Si and Don a chance to go crazy on it. They have the rapport together – they had it for more than decade now.
And last but not least – the proggy kitchen sink of Bleeding Obvious, where you almost feel like 5 songs are crammed into one. Starts a bit like Rush’s Tom Sawyer outro, but then it goes like a real roller coaster of ideas, hinting with the Eastern ways to the oriental pomp of Rapture of the Deep.
Extra mention must go to the most beautiful Ian Gillan vocal delivery of entire album. In the very middle of Bleeding Obvious in the bridge, there’s a magic space where his middle to low uber-melodic voice harkens back to his best days – showing us in full glory why his throat was and still is a golden egg of the British hard rock. The track is so crammed with bits, pieces, changes and rollups of ideas, that you almost feel it should blow apart at the seams, but ultimately it holds up and delivers like very few Purple prog-bombs before (I still love Before Time Began folks!). That’s so g’damn rewarding!
The record ends and the silence is killing you, you do want to spin it on again. And it really didn’t feel that good, engaging and enthralling for more than a decade!
And that, I think is good for a conclusion. The album isn’t without its faults and issues, but as a whole it stands oh so tall and strong. It shows a band confident, tight, with bold attitude, (hey Graham! See the mushy peas are ON!), sounding like they new found a formula to please themselves with the new stuff while not missing to excite and please their long time followers at last. And that makes me super happy for them.
As well as I’m so happy that the hype stimulated around the release and the way the world receives the new sound and material is so embracing and enthusiastic. Who deserves it better than them? Sure, there will be critiques and moaners of a closed Morse era, but if that’s a new one to come, I dig it, a lot.
Bring it on boys, and while you’re back in town – keep it up! And yo! Hey, yes, you! Do yourself a favour and crank the old-fangled thing up loud and proud!
Marcin Karski, © 2024