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DREAM THEATER - Train of Thought[/font]
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Dream Theater warned us. The guys promised a recording so unrelentingly metallic, so punishing as to disprove skeptics who disparaged Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence as mere wankery. [/font]
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Well, kids, sit back and prepare for Train of Thought. Dream Theater's latest offering not only reaffirms the quintet's legacy, it stretches its artistic muscle. In other words, it's business as usual for prog-metal's reigning superpower. [/font]
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"As I Am" wastes no time in redefining the riff. Not since Kirk Hammett ignited a metal resurgence with "Enter Sandman" has a simple series of notes so invigorated heavy music. But unlike the Metallica fretster, John Petrucci remains a formidable player. [/font]
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And the guitarist retains his crown with "As I Am," which oozes Sabbath sludge. Petrucci flirts with feedback before the band joins in for a fist-pumping powerhouse. Jordan Rudess seems conspicuously absent on first listen, but subsequent spins reveal the keyboardist present and accounted for. [/font]
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Perhaps the reason Rudess seems scarce is his comparitively prominent role on Six Degrees which, while heavy, ventured sonically and compositionally outside the metal box. While Train of Thought is a heavier beast, it's not without risk. [/font]
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Take "Vacant." By layering James LaBrie's voice over cello and piano, the piece is both spare and expansive. LaBrie cries out, "hey you, hey you/I'm right here/conscious fading/I can't get through." His impassioned pleas echo "Disappear, " the eerie finale from Six Degrees. "Vacant's" earthy viola only thickens the drama. [/font]
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But before volume takes a backseat to orchestration, a metal maelstrom pounds listeners senseless. "This Dying Soul" boasts what Mike Portnoy considers among the band's "sickest" riffs. The drummer speaks the truth. [/font]
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Not only does the song explode with double-bass insanity, it features Petrucci and Rudess as tandem terrors. Known for doubling their respective parts, the musicians raise the bar even higher. Imagine Petrucci's Eastern harmonies from "Home" (Metropolis Part II: Scenes From A Memory) multiplied, and you still have no clue how heavy this is. [/font]
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References to Scenes don't stop there. Rudess revisits his theatrical piano filigree before Petrucci and Portnoy unleash some of the best power grooves Pantera never wrote. Then, out of nowhere, LaBrie lets loose lyrics that either pay tribute to "Blackened" or steal shamelessly from the Metallica classic. [/font]
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Instead of "blackend is the end/winter it will send/throwing all you see/into obscurity," we get "come to me my friend/I'll help this torture end/let your ego go/you can't go through this alone." On closer inspection, the song seems a lyrical cousin to "The Glass Prison" from Six Degrees. [/font]
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Then Portnoy, unafraid of the most extreme percussive expression, lays down - get ready, kids - prog blast beats! OK, so the sticksman's answer to black-metal skinblasting won't make Nick Barker or Pete Sandoval quake in their leather-studded boots. But the Dimmu Borgir-Morbid Angel drummers may rethink Dream Theater's heaviosity (Spinal Tap, anyone?) [/font]
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After the aural roller-coaster that is "This Dying Soul," listeners get a breather with "Endless Sacrifice." But the respite proves brief. Acoustic guitar succumbs to its amplified id and Petrucci unleashes yet more heavy riffing. In fact, the composition seems to overtake its composers by turning almost as ambitious as "This Dying Soul." [/font]
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Nowhere is this more apparent than when keyboard and guitar take a comic left turn. Those familiar with Rudess' ragtime fills know what I'm talking about. Perhaps to counter the playful diversion comes Petrucci, shredding arpeggios as if still in the '80s. [/font]
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In fact, Petrucci shreds with such unrestrained abandon, one would think he went without playing for years, craving his beloved six-string. The guitarist's ferocity is matched only by Portnoy's attack and LaBrie's surprisingly strong vocals - surprising because Train of Thought was recorded following a lengthy tour, not to mention LaBrie's myriad side projects. [/font]
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Where these guys find the time to tackle their own material is beyond me. [/font]
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Elsewhere, "Honor Thy Father" is one angry barnburner - both musically and lyrically. Sounding like an outtake from Awake, the song is 10 minutes and 14 seconds of familial betrayal and angst set to music. [/font]
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Those who doubted Dream Theater's ability to channel raw emotion will be surprised. But perhaps they shouldn't be, considering the inner turmoil powering "Burning My Soul," "Take Away My Pain" and other vintage material.[/font]
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As with the strongest Dream Theater instrumentals, "Stream of Consciousness" sets a mood and never relents. Neither as immediate as "The Ytse Jam" nor as addictive as "Erotomania," Train of Thought's instrumental jewel holds its own. It takes a few spins to fully appreciate, but repeated listening prove rewarding. [/font]
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Closing this monstrous platter is "In The Name of God." Alternating power grooves and introspective passages eventually succumb to something otherworldly, anchored by John Myung's bass (finally mixed higher this time around!) and spacy keyboards, not to mention LaBrie's tireless throat. [/font]
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When the final note fades, listeners are left exhausted and exhilirated. For they've experienced not Dream Theater's best work, but its heaviest in years. Portnoy wasn't kidding when he vowed to record a metal masterpiece. While falling slightly short of that goal - Dream Theater's more than a simple metal band - the musicians have added seven molten nuggets to their vast catalog. [/font]
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At once complex yet simple, Train of Thought thunders forward as among the year's best releases. -A. Lee Graham lgraham@airmail.net[/font]
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