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    Public Disco Porch

    By Kira L. Schlechter

    Public Disco Porch: a juxtaposition of unrelated words. The musical style of the indie band of that name: let’s say Pennsylvania Dutch mystic folk stoner metal – a juxtaposition if ever there was one.

    The Pennsylvania quartet is charismatic singer/guitarist/violinist Spencer McCreary, David Portelles on guitar and organelle, Caleb Miller (McCreary’s brother-in-law) on bass, and the amazingly talented Robby Everly III on drums (a guy who makes the dead simplest of kits sound completely massive).

    Their fourth album is the remarkable “Benediction,” a bare 27 minutes of some of the most interesting music you’re like to hear. 

    McCreary spoke of its genesis in an interview at his property in York County, Pennsylvania. At the end of a single-lane road, tucked in a hollow surrounded by trees, is the house he shares with wife Brittany and two young daughters, Fira, 5, and Maene, 2, featuring improvements he did himself.

    “The guys came over for rehearsal, I was like, ‘you guys wanna hear the new record?’” McCreary said. “And they were like, what? And I played it start to finish. (I said), ‘hear me out, because the whole thing is basically a benediction – it’s a blessing. I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve been listening to nothing but benedictions for two months.’

    “‘We’re going to be at a falling point and then there’s going to be this triumphant key change. And (it will) end with this sort of, now you may go,’” he concluded.

    We spoke in a small outbuilding where the album was recorded, a combination living area/studio, with a kitchenette and seating area. Stacks of drums were piled in the window and guitar pedals, entwined with cords, rested on the floor.

    McCreary is tall and rugged, with sandy hair flowing into a matching beard and a plethora of interesting tattoos. He grew up in York, then moved to Chicago after graduating from Wheaton College, also in Illinois.

    “I was there to play basketball primarily and then I was studying premedical biology,” he said. “But I also played a lot of music and was hanging out with all of the conservatory people when I was there.”  That’s also where the first two PDP records were recorded.

    “When I moved back, I kind of was hibernating away here doing woodchopping, rebuilding some of this place, and was thinking about hanging it up. It was kind of like what am I doing, what am I singing about?,” he added.

    He started talking to Miller and played him some demos; the bassist dug them. 

    “I’m a fan of the band David (PDP’s guitarist) was in in Chicago, and then they had stopped playing,” he said. “So I sent him a message and I was like, hey man, we should hang out. Then he introduced me to Robby, who was his cousin.

    “Ever since then, we’ve just become really good friends. We started feeling like a band, as opposed to me writing songs and sending them to my friends across the world. This is four people that contribute to the same mission,” he said.

    In Everly’s case specifically (McCreary called him at once “an animal” and “the most mild, gentle person”), one band’s loss is absolutely PDP’s gain. 

    “(I learned that) some contemporaries, or even previous band leaders maybe, would give feedback or criticism to him that he kind of goes crazy or, quote unquote, overplays,” he said.

    “The whole point of this band is to take the (bridle) off of the horse and let it run, and so Robby bringing metal blastbeats to my folk songs is just perfect,” he added with a broad grin.

    McCreary’s day job is another, you guessed it, juxtaposition – this time between his folky roots and the very latest forms of technology. “I work for an international bank on the frontiers of AI, and have been integrating lots of different models of old legacy data into a Chat GPT integration that we have with that company,” he said. “Open AI is specifically who I’m working pretty closely with.” 

    Those folky roots are Pennsylvania Dutch, an ethnic group that came to this state (among others) from the Palatinate region in Germany during the 17th through 19th centuries. They have a long history of mysticism: there’s powwowing, the practice that combines healing charms and folk religion to treat illness or protect against harm; and hexing, which is the opposite of course, bringing harm, wishing ill. 

    And McCreary is fascinated with the dichotomy – yes, juxtaposition – of such an orthodox group of people being so open to the rather pagan idea of white and black magic.

    “Within (this) album, I’m pointing to specific contradictions that happen within the liturgy and text that I was exposed to as a kid, growing up (Presbyterian) and then (going) to Wheaton and (studying) the NIV (New International Version, of the Bible) as if it was water itself,” he said.

    “I really dove into the ritualistic healings of the Pennsylvania Dutch that some people might look at and be like that’s witchcraft or that’s some sort of spooky Wiccanism. That irony and juxtaposition – people just doing things to get through their day, like smearing mud on their face to take in the new moon – sounds as though it’s a scary thing to a practicing Presbyterian. But in reality it’s not that far off,” he added.

    That exploration starts right off the bat with the rafters-shaking “Glossolalia,” which, in essence, means speaking in tongues. And it comes from personal experience.

    “I have been exposed to very small amounts of actual glossolalia – other members of the band have participated in it and done it,” he said.

    “If you were to hand that sort of practice to someone, they might think, oh, no. Whereas in the actual text, it is the conduit through which to speak that closely to God. So even though these things might seem strange or unorthodox or scary sometimes, the people that are doing it (are trying) to connect with something, to feel safe, worthy, and worthwhile,” he added. Not that he subscribes to it necessarily, he says.

    “(In) trying to figure out what is the crux of some of the problems that are going on in the world, glossolalia as an example is a beautiful metaphor to help shepherd people down this sort of liturgical revelation,” he explains.

    The heavy lyrical and sonic context of this opening track – which McCreary calls “me writing a riff that felt like probably the angriest thing I’d ever put to a guitar,” sets the stage for “later down the road to bend the body towards the light, (towards) understanding and acceptance and kindness and love and all of the good stuff.”

    We’ll get to that later.

    PDP’s heavy sonic soul comes from an unsurprising place.

    “If you start thinking about metal, (Tony) Iommi getting his fingers sawn off and putting pieces of plastic on and playing guitar, that inherently is a sound that I like,” he said.

    “‘Black Sabbath,’ the album, is the pinnacle. But then also sometimes Radiohead can also be heavy in a way that I also love and find myself running to. The fun playfulness of introducing a really heavy thing within some sort of transcendent major chord is exciting,” he added.

    “Matthew 27:53” refers to the resurrection of Christ, but in the song, McCreary wonders what happened to the others who were also crucified that day. He asks, in one of many examples of his skilled wordplay, “Did they Lazarus themselves back down/Or did they raise like you say?

    “I can’t go back and talk to this long-dead apostle and be like, hey man, why didn’t you talk about all these other people who rose from the dead and walked around – it kind of cheapens the ascension of Christ and the resurrection. S’up with that?,” he quipped.

    “How Many of You” touches on the suffering of women throughout time, especially in its poignant lines about St. Brigid of Kildare: “Tendered up my name/All the purity’s insane/The hagiography said she was a goddess.” Indeed she was, in the Celtic pantheon before Christianity.

    “I was thinking about Fira (his younger daughter) specifically, because she’s kind of like asking these questions,” he said. “These doctrines and dogmas that we’ve instilled in humans have helped move things forward – the empowerment of women is one of them. But I believe there’s a lot of road to cover, obviously, in the current climate of that specific issue.”

    “Of Hexel + Mummix” refers to a Pennsylvania Dutch recipe for leftovers – bits and bobs of other foods scrambled together to make a new dish. McCreary has a cookbook of those recipes. 

    “It’s one of those things that’s just of this area,” he said,

    It also marks a thematic shift in the album.

    “The previous song (‘How Many of You’) asks how many of you have actually gone down to … the river to pray,” he said. “It was this really kind of heavy thing that I thought needed some levity. (So) it’s the start of the turn.

    “We have the things that are under our feet; we have the land that came before me. What are all those things about now? And how do they inform all of these things we just posed? I do think that we’re all the same; I do think that we are all part of something larger than ourselves. If one another is all we have, how do we start walking forward?,” he added.

    As noted in the lyrical references, McCreary has a deep love of language and a sharp ear for a good play on words. He credits his wife, a writer herself, for much of that inspiration.

    “We lived long distance when I was in Chicago, so we exchanged many, many letters,” he said. “I got really good at describing what was going on in my day-to-day and so did she.”

    Another of Brittany’s linguistic traditions was “Seven Wednesday Words.”

    “She would pick a random seven words and send it out to a mailing list of friends and family,” he said. “Everybody would write their own little poem or essay based on those seven words. It was so fun. I archived them for a long time and watched how other people played with words, or attempted to.”

    But his biggest influence as a songwriter was the poet Charles Bukowski, whom he called “a miserable person, but a beautiful soul.”

    “There’s a video of him heavily drunk on wine (and) he’s asked about another poet,” he said. “And he’s like, yeah, I’ve read him, but it doesn’t have anything dripping off of it.

    “That has stuck with me for a long time. I do like these freeform, sing-song things when we’re recording, but if I’m going to commit to something, I want it to have meat on the bones. It should be as good to read as it is to sing. (And) I took really good care of the lyrics on ‘Benediction,’” he added. 

    Pennsylvania is an interesting – and often frustrating – state. It’s an interwoven blend of urban and rural, liberal and conservative. McCreary’s stomping grounds fall mainly in the latter of those, and “Lecture XII” is about “an archetypal person” of that area.

    The song’s title is a reference to a lecture on saintliness that appears in William James’ book, “The Varieties of Religious Experience.”

     “I sing, “Medicate with a Busch Light” – people around here get that, and I want them to feel good about that, like I’m with you,” he said. “But you have to still take the time to think about the fact that there are stones that were placed in the Susquehanna (River) by people that lived here thousands of years before you, that had no concept of what you decided to take pride in right now, in the sense of nationalism.

    “Not that that’s a bad thing, (but) the point that I’m making is acceptance of others. Once you read about the land that’s under your feet, personally it’s been harder to feel as though it’s mine. That I think is where I think we can start stepping (forward) together,” he added. 

    The fiddle solo in that track is no gimmick. McCreary started training in the Suzuki method at age 3, learning sonatas and concertos at the knee of teacher Venona Detrick. He studied with her until he went to college. In the song’s spoken soliloquy, he recalls running into her in a local coffee shop after not having seen her for many years. 

    “She instilled in me the obsession of studying eight measures of music and try and perfect it,” he said. “She is magic. She got me to do things that I probably wouldn’t be able to do and had a relationship in alliance with my mom that aimed to challenge me and was very beautiful and steeped in nothing but love. It was just for the love of music and the love of a child.” 

    He especially enjoys the contrast of using both instruments live.

    “That visual juxtaposition has been really exciting to play with,” he said. “You can be these characters in the moment of a set. It is very genuine – I want to play the violin as much as I want to play the guitar. But sometimes it’s harder to emote anger or frustration with a delicate wooden instrument than to kind of beat the shit out of an old guitar.”

    The album’s tone continues its shift with “Transcendence for Personal Healing.” 

    “It’s a lot more open-sounding and vibey,” McCreary acknowledged. “The whole idea was to instill a sense of acceptance, a little bit more gentle. There’s also this play of the first half of the album being this sort of Old Testament wrath and the second half is a little bit more chill.”

    It’s again peppered with nods to Christ: “I am leaving, to learn my name/Is it all wilderness?/Let it consume me.” He says he was “reading a lot of the King James (Version) when I was writing it.” 

    “When we have all of these different practicing paths of thought, it’s all good when the taxes are paid and Thanksgiving dinner’s out and the family’s around,” he said. “But when some agony shows up, (it’s) ‘well, God works in mysterious ways.’ That for me has been really challenging – that’s the one strand that I’m still pulling, probably even into the records to come.”

    It’s a damning of religion, too, when he asks, “Are you bending down to clean the gore … Or still calling for some other morgues/To be filled up in your name.”

    “Asking that question is the only other logical thread to pull – we still have wars that are going on that are charged in the name of God, and land disputes,” he said. “I think that these are important things to be talking about, or at least shepherding out to the public sphere, small as it might be.” 

    The mantra that closes the album, “All of My Body,” nicely reprises one idea from the opener, “Glossolalia”: “say it in your tongue … let me fall out from etymology.” 

    But it’s really almost a clarification of himself.

    “If I am going to condemn – if I am going to point out things and say here’s my take on it, and here are all of the things that I built up as a backbone to feel good about a condemnation – what do I believe in, then?” he said.

    “Sitting at that organ, looking out that window. I see the sun as it sets in the summer. Get outside, feel the sun on your face, put your feet into the grass that has as much dominion over you as you have over it. Worshiping something other than yourself. That is us, and Andromeda that hangs above us. That’s what I’m here for,” added. 

    There have been plenty of other bands who’ve had success tackling the metaphysical, the philosophical – most recently, the ‘90s band Live, who was also from the York area. So if they can sing about the writings of the Indian thinker Krishnamurti and draw listeners, there has to be a wider audience for Public Disco Porch as well.

    “I think we would agree, but that really hasn’t been the goal,” McCreary said. “Maybe that will change, but I recognize that it’s a pretty big swing, as far as like we’re making an album, titling an album as such, and then populating it with (the) songs that we just did isn’t the most immediately accessible thing.

    “However, with that, I think that when the people that need something like that find it, it resonates on a level that they’re in for the long haul, and it feels like it’s meaningful as much as it is for us. Obviously there might be more people that want to hear a breakup song or something, maybe. I don’t know. I think it’s its own path,” he concluded.


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    Whispering Void, “At the Sound of the Heart”

    Whispering Void, “At the Sound of the Heart” (Prophecy Productions)

    Review by Kira L. Schlechter

    As its creators have implied, “At the Sound of the Heart” is music for decompression. “Put your phone down,” they advise; listen to the sound of your heart, the blood in your veins, the call of nature. We are only here for an eyeblink before we are gone – we exist and then we don’t.

    That is not to say that this album by Whispering Void – rather a supergroup of Norwegian alternative/extreme music – is wifty or wafty or New Age-y. Its makers all have heaviness at their cores and it seethes with that excitement. Anything ambient or proggy or psychedelic most often grows into an entity lashed with metal. Lyrics are in the group’s native tongue and in English.

    Guitarist Ronny Stavestrand (Trelldom) created the music, and his collaborators – all from the west coast of Norway, as he is – brought their own formidable backgrounds to the project. Wardruna’s Lindy-Fay Hella and Kristian “Gaahl” Eivind Espedal sing (he was in Trelldom with Stavestrand and is of course also famed for his time in Gorgoroth).

    Enslaved’s Iver Sandøy contributes his talent on drums and percussion, as well as on bass, guitar, and keyboards; he also recorded, mixed, and mastered the album. He said in a record label interview that he was sonically inspired by the late avant-garde musician Scott Walker, particularly his third album, “Scott 3.” 

    Guest musicians add their own touches: Ole André Farstad plays guzheng and Indian slide guitar; Matias Monsen plays cello; and Silje Solberg contributes the distinctive ambiance of Norway’s native hardanger fiddle. 

    “Vinden vier” (“The Wind Sanctifies” or “The Wind Unites”) is built on a winding, sinuous melody that starts on acoustic guitar. Layers build and drums are added, then the melody becomes electric as Lindy-Fay driftingly sings and Kristian chants breathily along to the tempo. This track really bears Iver’s stamp in many ways, from the open, airy drums-and-programming segment to the segue into a heavier, more thunderous portion to the deconstruction of the core melody at the end.

    The stunning “Vi finnes” (“We Exist”) has Lindy-Fay and Kristian whispering the lyrics together to a light, rolling groove and a haunting guitar melody. In what could be considered a chorus, she breaks into the wordless singing she does so well and the melody and drumming intensify to glorious effect. It too has a quiet, measured portion before picking up the chorus section anew. Kristian tenderly repeats the line “Vi finnes aldri” (roughly, “we never exist”) as the music dies away, then Lindy-Fay’s melody is carried on and reworked by guitar. Do listen to this one; it’s superior.

    Ronny’s melody starts “Whispering Void” as it has the previous tracks, aided by Ivar’s sensitive drumming; the two of them become decidedly heavier as the song takes hold. Kristian and Lindy-Fay are so tightly melded as to be almost indistinguishable on the vocals at first, then he repeats the opening lines in almost spoken-word fashion before singing them in a near monotone. A delicate guitar, like a light breath, then a crescendo of drums lead to the final section. Its rhythm unrelenting, its mix dense, it has both singers delivering evocative lines like “Walking from the now/walking through the sound” again in unison before gently falling into an almost music-box rendition of the melody to end.

    Ronny’s melancholic acoustic melody undulates throughout the first part of the title track as Lindy-Fay croons wordlessly and Kristian whispers. Those lovely guitar textures segue into an almost sinister, foreboding cello solo as Iver picks up with more insistent drumming. The lot rises dramatically into electric guitar, bass, and Iver’s syncopated groove as Kristian mutters what’s really the album’s ultimate goal: to be “here within the void … at the sound of the heart,” that is, to reach introspection and reflection.   

    The evocative instrumental “Lauvvind” is this project most perfectly realized musically – simple picking, a languid groove led by bass, touches of electronic percussion, then a crescendo into a headbanging-worthy ending.

    “We Are Here” may begin with cello and ever-so-light percussion, but it’s really notable for Ronny’s deceptively simple guitar melody, one that acts as a touchstone across the track – before a drift of fiddle and Kristian repeating its only lyrics (“We are here/Within the voices/We are here/Within the void”), then chiming along to Iver’s march-style drumming, and then  floating beneath in the ether under a chaotic, almost black-metal breakdown. It reprises finally at the end to no other accompaniment. 

    The closing piece, “Flower,” seems to coalesce everything this project was meant to achieve. It’s built again on Ronny’s shifting melodies, with wordless vocals so closely blended tonally that they become genderless and Iver’s scattershot, jazz-like low-end drum commentaries. Kristian speaks the meditative lyrics – “Where is the morning/Where are the rays of light/Where are the flowers/And the colors of life” – and that question is answered by that same blending of vocals, male and female: “This is the morning/This is the rays of light.”  

    “At the Sound of the Heart” is a jewel, a collaboration that brings together each of its parts into a whole that is so innately harmonious, it’s as if it was of one singular mind. Like its mission, it too exists for this moment alone and it is precious for its fleeting nature.


  • Bobbie Dazzle

    Meet Bobbie Dazzle

    Interview and story by Kira L. Schlechter, Heavy Hags

    In these heavy, gloomy, dangerous times, boy, could we use some joy. Enter Miss Bobbie Dazzle, a k a Sian Greenaway, from Birmingham, England, who trails wafts of incense, clouds of glitter, and blazes of psychedelic color in her wake on her debut album “Fandabidozi,” just out on Rise Above Records.

    Given that her previous gig was as frontwoman for the stoner/psych/doom band Alunah (she left that outfit in August, but does appear on their just-released album, “Fever Dream”), the throwback glam rock of this record is a real 360.

    And just as she’s brought the carefree, groovy good times of ‘70s glam to us, the music serves the same purpose for her as well. After the loss of her sister, Coralie, to cancer in 2023, she says she needed an outlet for her grief – but as she said in the album bio, “you don’t have to sit in a dark place when you’re going through a dark time.”

    “Growing up, glam rock had always been played in my household,” Greenaway said in response to emailed questions. Her dad loved the New York Dolls and Iggy Pop; her mom favored Bowie and T.Rex. “As a child, I remember it being fun, joyous, uplifting, and that nostalgia has always kept – it’s always been something uplifting for me to turn to.

    “As a musician, there’s ways we feel like we need to create during different times in life. I decided to use all of the positivity I felt within listening to that music into creating it. This album started off as an escape from grief, but ended up being the most cathartic experience I’ve ever had in my life. I’m so thankful to this genre of music because it’s taken me through the toughest time in my life,” she added.

    With a potent, rippling, burbling voice (and some mad flute skills, too), she’s definitely absorbed her glam education, creating a host of catchy choruses and music laden with spacey, trippy effects and confidently-played instrumentation, courtesy of her crack band.

    She spoke of how they came together.

    “A drummer (Eddy Geach) (and) I started chatting in a smoker area of a dive bar and we had a drunken conversation of doing a glam album,” she said. “About a year after that, I contacted him and he brought in the keys player (Chris Dando) and bass player (Leon Smith), who he’d worked with in previous bands.

    “The guitarist (Tadhg Bean-Bradley) was a good friend of mine through the retro scene here in England,” she added.

    Greenaway’s aggressive, percussive flute chops are displayed frugally and to great effect on tracks like “Merry Go Round” and “Lady On Fire,” slipping perfectly into the musical mix – you realize quickly that they’re exactly what the tunes need.

    “I’m a big ‘70s progressive rock fan – bands like Jethro Tull and Focus I’ve always enjoyed,” she said. “I had no rules or restrictions, and so I decided to combine some prog elements in there. I (pay) homage to all of the music I love, but making it my own.”

    She started playing the instrument as a child, but hated it, she says, because she found it “restrictive” and was “only playing classical pieces and there were so many rules.”

    “I remember the first time I heard jazz prog flute and it was messy, gritty, dirty and I LOVED it,” she said. “I thought, wow, that’s how a flute can sound! So I decided to pick it back up as an adult and I really enjoy playing now.”

    Aside from Suzi Quatro and the Runaways, glam was predominantly done by men back in the day – albeit very androgynous ones, like the aforementioned Bowie, Marc Bolan, and David Johansen. Greenaway feels she’s carrying on the tradition of the genre’s “freedom of expression.”

    “I feel as though the visual and audio are fully intertwined – they have to be,” she said. “You cannot have glitter rock performed by a dude wearing a T-shirt and jeans. This is theatre, darling! It’s a complete experience of the unusual, the over-the-top, the otherworldly. 

    “I think a lot of outcast people were drawn to it back in the day because men wearing makeup and shiny catsuits whilst singing about loving women was so backwards to what a man was expected to be back then, and isn’t that fabulous!? I think it was bravery and it opened up doors, broke barriers of what was expected from gender roles,” she added.

    Speaking of those “shiny catsuits,” they are a Bobbie Dazzle trademark. She boasts an impressive collection in photos and videos. 

    “I have a few amazing designers who I’ve worked with on my stagewear,” she said. “Obviously, conveying a certain style is important to me, but (they have) to be practical too, non-constrictive and durable. There’s (going to) be collaborations with either buying the creators’ designs or coming up with my own. 

    “I have MANY catsuits,” she added ruefully. “It’s becoming a problem and I need a bigger wardrobe!” 

    The album’s title, she said, is “a very British 1970s slang term based off the word ‘fantastic.’”

    “It’s a nonsensical, whimsical descriptor which embodied how I felt about the album – I just thought it was the perfect way to describe what was inside,” she added. 

    It sure does. The tracks pulse with authenticity and modernity at once, respectful to what’s come before without being derivative or slavish. Her lyrics follow the glam rock handbook in terms of imagery and phrases (like “pick the flowers that are growing up on Mars, planetary child”), but they are also full of her take-charge, modern woman philosophy (like “I’m no space cadet, I want to be the commander”).

    One set of lyrics, though, those of “Lightning Fantasy,” has an interesting origin. She found them in one of her father’s old Bob Dylan albums while cleaning out her sister’s house following her passing. They were among several sets of lyrics he’d written when he was a teenager, “all varying very much in lyrical content,” she said.

    “For example, one song was called ‘Castrator’ … maybe I’ll save that for the next album!” she cracked. “‘Lightning Fantasy’ is a song about difficult love, a woman who has toyed with his heart. Is it about my mother? Probably!” 

    There’s a couple of pretty personal lines in “Revolution,” like “I finally found my way to make you sway” and “Rewriting the story the way it oughta be told.”  This is a woman happy in her self determination.

    ‘Revolution’ is definitely a message to anyone stuck in a rut who needs a way out, just encouraging anyone to get out of an unhappy situation because there’s joy to be found elsewhere in life,” she said. “Don’t waste your life sitting in a place that doesn’t make you feel good!” 

    And like many other spots on the album, there’s musical hints of great glam tracks of the past – here it’s a solo section reminiscent of Gary Glitter’s “Rock n Roll Pt. 2.”

    “Throughout the album, there are nods here and there, little homages to great songs or artists who have influenced the record, whether that’s in a name of a song, a lyric in a line, or a stylistic choice of the music,” she said. “It’s also a little bit of fun for the listener to look out for these things.” 

    She muses about traversing the eons in “Antique Time Machine”; of course, she’s doing that right now when you think about it. 

    “I definitely have musically gone back to 1974 and I’m having a great time,” she said. “If anyone wants to come and join me, you’re more than welcome!”

    If she could time-travel, aside from going “back to the 70s and enjoying the incredible music it had to offer,” she says she’d rather take a peek into the future. 

    “Instead of seeing what people have already experienced, I’d rather go and see what’s yet to be,” she said. “Slightly terrifying idea, but I think it would be far more interesting. I hope I see some aliens!” 

    “Flowers on Mars,” though, is firmly in the present, this new frontier, this “home on a new world.”

    ‘Flowers on Mars’ was the first song I wrote as Bobbie Dazzle, so (it) will always hold a special place in my heart,” she said., “It’s another song about escaping and (experiencing) a better place with better people. In life you’ll always find there’s good people in the world who will welcome you with open arms.” 

    Greenaway has already been playing a host of live dates as Bobbie Dazzle, and those will continue into 2025.

    “I have a UK tour right after the album is out,” she said. “Then next year, I’ve booked a few festival slots so far, like Desertfest London, HRH Prog, and Call of the Wild, all in England.

    “(In) 2025, I’ll be doing a European run of the tour and then (my) next plan is spreading the glitz and glam all over the globe!” she adds.

    You’ve been warned. Pick up your platform boots, crushed velvet scarves, and bellbottoms now before it’s too late!


  • Fleshgod Apocalypse

    Fleshgod Apocalypse, “Opera,” Nuclear Blast Records

    By Kira L. Schlechter, Heavy Hags

    “Life is a wonderful thing. Even when everything around us seems to be falling apart, we must find a meaning for existing. And unexpectedly, sometimes second chances can be way more exciting than the first ones.”–Francesco Paoli, Fleshgod Apocalypse, from the Nuclear Blast bio.

    And he ought to know about second chances. The singer/guitarist has devoted the entirety of the Italian symphonic death metal band’s seventh album to his very personal experience with them. “Opera” is inspired by his near-fatal 2021 mountain climbing accident, which left him with internal bleeding, a host of broken bones, and nerve damage in his left arm (he now has a prosthetic elbow and has lost movement and sensitivity in that arm). He had been scaling the Gran Sasso mountains in Abruzzo when he slipped and fell.

    So the album subsequently is a journey through Francesco’s ’s life immediately before the accident, as it happened, and afterwards, including the long healing process and the reassessment of his life to date.

    Singer Veronica Bordacchini takes on several commentary roles in the story, including Fate (“Pendulum”), Life (“Bloodclock”), Francesco’s own soul (“At War With My Soul”), pain-killing drugs (“Morphine Waltz”), his mother (“Matricide 8.21”), Resilience (“Per Aspera Ad Astra”), and Hope (“Til Death Do Us Part”).

    The rest of the band is Francesco Ferrini (piano, string arrangements), Fabio Bartoletti (lead guitar), and Eugene Ryabchenko (drums). Bassist Paolo Rossi is on hiatus.

    The suitably operatic opener, “Ode to Art (De’ Sepolcri),” is somber, hushed piano and Veronica’s delicate, restrained singing, exquisitely tender. A gentle swell of strings leads her to her superb high register at the close.

    The thickly layered “I Can Never Die,” dense with choir vocals, orchestration, riffing, and blazing blast beats, is a brief but detailed insight into Francesco’s personality – cocky as he pursues excitement and thrills (“Free from fears, I smile at death/As I become immortal” … I burned my nerves/I ripped my heart out/To feel alive”), reminiscent as he recalls his past (“Outcast since birth/Mocked by everyone”), and grateful for the Art that ultimately saved him and gave him purpose (“With no respite in this war/Against mediocrity/Art crusaders/True believers of this only religion”). As Art personified, Veronica reminds that through her, we live and truly become immortal: “Carving your name into eternity … Enclosing the existence in timeless words.” There’s a hint at what’s to come – and a look back – when Francesco prophetically roars, “So when my time will come/Don’t grieve for me but raise your glasses/And in my honor play this music loud.”

    “Pendulum” then describes the actual accident in horrific detail, the singer himself becoming said pendulum, swinging sickeningly from dizzying heights (he said in a story on Louder Sound that he hung for an hour and a half, veering in and out of consciousness) and cursing himself for his screw-up. Set to a jagged, foreboding tempo, Francesco acknowledges that his “Love for the unknown is what brought me up here,” and he warns himself, “don’t look down,” but his mistake is soon apparent as Fate (Veronica) taunts, “This time you went too far.” He knows he’s taken chances – “Dreams made of lead fill my barrel .. Like Russian roulette” – and Fate has no sympathy – “You get the end you deserve,” an “inglorious end.” It’s a harrowing ride, especially knowing it’s a true story and not a metaphor.

    “Bloodclock” is the immediate aftermath of the accident, its detail gruesome (“Wounded, swollen, bleeding/I’m hanging on this wall like a crucifix … Drop by drop/All my blood/Turns this granite to red”). His initial shock is replaced by a whispered section where he knows the trouble he’s in – “And the wind/Plucks a harp/While my soul disappears” – but the chorus rages his defiance despite the odds (“I don’t want to leave this earth today”). That chorus continues the vivid, heartbreaking observances of someone who’s lived every minute of this horror – “I can hear my wife yelling my name in vain,” Francesco remembers, “While my son holds a shovel and is digging my grave.” The end is slower; he’s holding on, determined to survive. It’s wonderful and awful, again when you remember it actually happened. 

    So call “At War With My Soul” the “I told you so” moment, where Francesco argues with that soul, who’s trying to tell him this is what you get when you push yourself too hard and him saying, basically, fuck you. Its big chug and thudding chords are perfect accompaniment. “I’ve spent my whole life trying/To get rid of you” and your judgments, he says, while Veronica, as his Soul, taunts in a mesmerizing serpentine progression, “Sail over the high seas of regret/Climb up the mountain of fame,” and he counters, “No I don’t have any regret … And I’m not seeking fame.” The chorus is a harrowing back-and-forth between him and Veronica, these “Victims of ourselves,” these “bastard brothers … born with my worst enemy inside.” “Pain is the price for respect,” he snarls, “I just don’t care for your respect.” After a lilting solo section, the rhythm becomes erratic, chaotic, the music atonal, echoing this ongoing internal struggle. 

    Arguably the most classically-inspired track with its blazing baroque flourishes, “Morphine Waltz” (indeed in six-eight time but you’d kill yourself trying to dance to it) is an unhinged, maniacal love song to the drug “that can make you forget the past and dance till dawn.” Veronica does a wonderful job imbuing the character with a crazy seductiveness, while Francesco helplessly gives in, begging “Take me where the pain is just a bad memory,” where he is “inebriated by this wonder of science.” But he’s also aware of the risk to himself when he wryly roars, “And I lose the last shred of my dignity.”

    The heartbreaking “Matricide 8.21” (that being the date, August 21, that he was injured) is Francesco’s apology to his mother for his mistakes, for making her suffer, for “(going) too far” and “cross(ing) the very thin line.” His technique of using Veronica as a character foil to himself on this album is supremely effective here – she tells him to “Walk the earth with no regret/Don’t let your fears hold you back,” but he castigates himself for doing just that. “My ego led me astray,” he admits, “I just felt this fire inside”“How could I do this to myself/How could I do this to you/And still deserve your love?” he cries. But she remains steadfast in her understanding, repeating her refrain throughout. This is a slower, more measured track, laden with lead guitar, including a dramatic solo on the “Mother” melody. 

    “Per Aspera Ad Astra” (“as above, so below”), back to the dense, massive instrumentation, is a summation of what he’s learned from all this. He begins with where he is now, wanting to “Save the world with one hand” (of course referring to his limitations, as does “titanium will give me new strength”) and realizing that “a second chance must be deserved.” Veronica, as Resilience, gives him a pep talk in the chorus. But the real key to what this near-death experience has taught him is conveyed in one revealing line: “I’ve accepted the worst humiliation and turned it into deliverance.” 

    The striking, powerful closer, “Till Death Do Us Part,” has Veronica as Hope leading the way while Francesco swears to her that he will never lose hope. Slow and stately, with terrific overdubbing, she states her devotion to him, even knowing that at this moment, “The future is buried by the past and its epitaph recites, ‘Nothing will be the same.’” She remembers what’s happened – “the time standing on top of the world … when we were just invincible” – lines made even more meaningful now that he knows he’s not (“I need you, Hope, like never before”). And when their voices intertwine, it’s so moving, as is the modulation at the end and the soloing on the chorus melody.  

    The title track is also a piano-based instrumental that showcases Francesco F’s formidable skill. Gorgeous, for certain. Necessary? Maybe not, but it does dovetail nicely back to the opening interlude.

    The only thing I’d wish here throughout is that the volume on the music would be toned down and the vocals brought up so you could better hear the lyrics and themes. Because “Opera” is a stunning character study of a man coming to grips with his shortcomings. I don’t think it’s to say Francesco will never climb another mountain (literally or figuratively), but now he knows the risks. And he wants to inspire others with his story, as he says in the bio:

    “People need motivation, need examples that can make them restart believing in themselves,” he said. “And for me, this is part of the game – this is the best way I can give them something back after all these years of loving support.” This album, with its intense vulnerability and soul-searching, does exactly that.


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