A record of stunning, perennial beauty as elegant and lucid as it is powerful and cinematic. It sets the benchmark for Floydism of the modern age, with an eagle eyed vision for wavering dynamics and avalanching crescendos, the London five-piece have, in Illusory Blues, a slab of progressive excellence. To say this is a masterpieceA record of stunning, perennial beauty as elegant and lucid as it is powerful and cinematic. It sets the benchmark for Floydism of the modern age, with an eagle eyed vision for wavering dynamics and avalanching crescendos, the London five-piece have, in Illusory Blues, a slab of progressive excellence. To say this is a masterpiece would not be a farfetched stretch of the imagination by any means. What is truly remarkable about this record is that over-driven guitars are a rarity. On Midnight, a song that blurs the lines between flamenco, classical and blues in an acoustic led stroll through a hazy summer afternoon, it isn't until the final movements of the 8 minute track that the band kick into overdrive. Even then, it is merely used as a flavour to spice up the tonality and dynamics of the song. Sandwiched between a swirling violin solo and mellow acoustics, which close the opus, the section provides a short-lived but breath-taking crescendo. If what you crave is dirty, instantaneous chaos to batter your ear drums, then this record is not for you. It is far removed from the raw aggression of heavy rock, rather, it draws you in with a mystifying, [...]
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