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PETER LACEY ~ SONGS FROM A LOFT
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Reviewed in Fufkin by Kevin Mathews, SINGAPORE
Reviewed at Swiss Records by Robert Pally, SWITZERLAND
Reviewed in Modern Dance by Dave W Hughes, UK
Recorded in the charming sounding environs of The loft, World's End, West Sussex (Does that county still exist? And what the hell happened to Avon anyway?) and seemingly almost entirely the work of Mr Lacey, this is an album of gentle multi-layered keyboards, plodding minor seventh chords and, er, massed vocal harmonies. What it lacks in dynamics it more than makes up for in sheer texture of musicality. On 'Wally Thomas' Lacey could be ANDY PARTRIDGE tackling an early RANDY NEWMAN out-take while 'Sunrise' smacks of mid-'70s McCartney as rendered by a less contrived latter day TEARS FOR FEARS. Well worth investigating for those who like their pop with a whole heap of chords and instrumentation but not too much volume. Reviewed in Shindig! by Andy Morten, UK
The record opens in 'Sandman (Of The Southern Shores)' with the soft voice of Peter folloied of líndos arrangements of flugelhorn and trumpet of John Williams. The beauty continues with 'More Than Wonderful' and falls in the dilacerante 'The Saddest Night (In The World)', with pitadas of PAUL WELLER in it's years of STYLE COUNCIL. 'Sunrise' is one reggae very classudo, as well as excessively musics. This without counting the eastern beauty of 'Eastern Sewing Press'. Lacey knew to explore the best one of pop English and American of years 60. It's musics are slow, with the piano being the bed of everything and with arrangements very elaborated, as of the TALK TALK. It does not matter if PETER LACEY will go to touch or to be known, but yes the beauty of its workmanship and the peace that it transmits, folloied of Jon Fielder in the piano and John Williams in trumpete and flugelhorn. It has much time I I did not hear a so pleasant record. Plus a ball inside of the Pink Hedgehog, of Simon and the proper Peter. Reviewed at Mofo by Rubens Leme Da Costa, BRAZIL
Songs From A Loft is every bit the snow globe of an album its older siblings were: lovely and cloistered, a world preserved in amber, one that resembles in all regards yet remains hauntingly distinct from your own. In retrospect, like the English Romantic pre-Impressionist J.M.W. Turner, there has always been in Lacey's music something of the artist painting the light obsessively over and over again, with each canvas coming closer to his vision of its ethereal properties and aesthetic quirks. That still exists here, but Songs From A Loft is a breakthrough. The album has all the easy, tuneful charm of Lacey's earlier albums, sure, with the risk-taking of Anderida; but for the first time, it seems pale to describe this wonderful build up of brush strokes as pop music, and is only so in the same way that, say, NICK DRAKE's Bryter Layter can be characterized as such. Finally, all his old (and some new) influences are so fluidly integrated that it would be diminishment to Lacey's own acumen and proficiency to reference them. And, improbable as it seems considering the quality of his prior work, the songwriting is even richer and more mysterious, both in its emotional and melodic vicissitudes. Song after song here has an abstract, almost art-song quality, from the gentle Odyssean hello of 'Sandman' and his characteristically delicate piano balladry ('More Than Wonderful', 'Sunrise' to fantastic mood pieces like 'The Outermost Inn' and 'River Round', yet each flows organically. The melodies throughout find their own unorthodox paths and directions, unwinding at measured paces and according to often complex (though always accessible) longitudes, while Lacey gives a multifaceted vocal performance and the production has a finish far more deep-cured, cozy, and surprising than any of its predecessors. Magnificent. It soars. Reviewed in All Music Guide by Stanton Swihart, USA
The "lighter than air" instrumental cameo 'The Outermost Inn' is as enchanting as the bird in flight depicted on the cover. A wide array of instruments is used on the aptly named 'Orient Tear' as the album comes across as a series of "sketches" pervaded by a magical, mystical quality. Comparisons with BRIAN WILSON and THE BEACH BOYS are taken too far but on the intriguing 'River Road' the arrangements is every bit as meticulous as anything on Pet Sounds. There is a curiously poignant song about a certain Wally Thomas in 1944 with the chilling line "Over a tightrope above the fires of madness" and there are lots of nice "finishing touches" on the CD including a haunting string arrangement by Fielder on 'The Old Hand'. Songs From A Loft would be great music for listening to sitting by a blazing log fire on a cold winter's night and like all PETER LACEY's music comes highly recommended. Reviewed in Zeitgeist by Phil Jackson, UK
Reviewed in Aquamarine by Kim Harten, UK
Reviewed at Not Lame by Bruce Brodeen, USA
There are small gems which bring a feeling of mood, such as 'Orient Tear', and surprises like 'River Round' which create a feeling of modular production reminscent of 'Rio Grande' or 'Been Way Too Long'. Truly a creative wonder this... 'Wally Thomas' returns to a sort of McCartney-esque period type of work capturing days gone by which can never be relived, only remembered. 'Lo-Fi-Hi-Fly' is another instrumental interlude which charms and brings some English Soul in a BOOKER T meets 10CC manner. The gorgeous 'The Old Haunt', 'The Garden Of Sleep', and 'To Summer Eyes' bring a wistful and sad, yet beautifully intimate picture of love gone wrong yet fondly remembered. In many ways, Peter has combined the intimacy of an album like Smiley Smile with the wistfulness and spirituality of a Pet Sounds. This is an album to play and replay, allowing it to seep into your soul like a late winter snow just before spring emerges triumphant and hope is renewed. Reviewed at The Smile Shop by Peter Reum, USA
For sure, the listener does receive the reassuring goodies that we've come to expect: the gilded harmonies brushing the ultra-smooth 'Sandman (Of The Southern Shores)' coupled with the heart-grabbing signature lilt that ends certain lines. This piece, to my ears, feels as close to a self-portrait of the artist as we'll ever get. And here's the curveball: although this album is most definitely contemporary, it has an air of antique mystery. The poignant 'Curios' appears to have Platonic underpinnings, invoking images of "shadow", "dust" and "spirit", while its musical latticework is oddly baroque. Its instrumental counterpart seems to be 'Orient Tear', with string & woodwind work that moves Mt. Fuji to the West. Still think you know PETER LACEY, after being lulled by an Eastern-tinged wordless lullaby? Then I refer you to the funky 'The Finishing Touch' - wait, "Peter Lacey" and "funky" in the same breath? Yes! There's enough self-assured grit and drive in this guitar-pumped tune to knock anybody down, and we've got a mischievous side heretofore never seen before: Don't hesitate just
jump in my car Sounds like fun! I'll go along for the ride and gladly pay for the beer, Peter! My vote for favorite track, in the end, goes to 'The Saddest Night (In The World)' - gentle, but incessant in its strident piano - undercut with a searing guitar solo that cuts open the wounds of unarticulated sorrows just a little deeper. Few artists can undertake the task of writing a decent depressing song in which the listener can actually find comfort - paradoxical, perhaps, but emotions aren't completely black and white, although the narrator finds himself "in the black and white". The shared understanding between us and the narrator is that we may find ourselves in a drab space, but we are not infinitely limited by it; the music bears that out. Hope peeks through, like a stubborn weed, even in the most hopeless of situations - that's a Lacey trademark. The cover image seems metaphorical to the whole venture - a hummingbird slaps its wings feverishly against the backdrop of a moon; while the world sleeps, PETER LACEY conjures up magical tunes in the sacred peace of his loft. When the world awakes, there are 15 little masterpieces resting on the nightstand. Go on, pick them up; they are yours. Reviewed in Ear Candy by John Lane, USA
Reviewed for Kool Kat Musik by Ray Gianchetti, USA
Written by Paul Williams, Crawdaddy, USA |
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