Review Summary: This is the best album of all time, hands down no joke. Check it out.
They went truly from Genesis to Revelation, because this is the best album to hit the markets of 1997. It is a powerhouse of rock. The mighty three Tony, Ray, and Mike truly pull off what could be considered one of their best works- or one of the best works, EVER. It was like they held immeasurable amounts of passion back over the years, and let it loose- on this monster of an album. The vocals with Ray Wilson are incomparably better than any other vocalists at the time. His voice is like a natural saxophone while a jazz musician caresses a baby seal. If his voice were a pussy, it would be ejaculating extremely hard throughout the entire masterpiece.
The lyrics- considerably matching prose and beauty of Tristan and Isolde, or Hamlet. It is a very insightful view of everything ranging from the Congo to people running out of time.
The cover, I see it as Genesis in the form of a black suited man, broken down and beaten, and he is turning his back on this world. But I think this can be more modestly reflected, in the form of Genesis turning their back on the band after one last work, or Genesis turning their back on the terrible cultures of the world at the time. Ah, 1900s, the time of the nursing of young, the time that the sequel trilogy turned to the less than perfect prequel trilogy, and the time of terrible new cultures being added to the world's database, certainly no time for Genesis, and certainly a time for Genesis to turn their backs on the world.
Tony Banks is creating atmosphere not unlike any other masterpiece he has done before! His keyboards are demons held captive and they must utter a cry when poked. This is certainly his best work. His notes are hard to follow, being lighting quick, and the absolutely most talented keyboard song in the world would have to be ALIEN AFTERNOON, of course. I can hardly follow the notes with the keyboards on that track.
Mike Rutherford jams like a necromancer. His fingers are like crawling creatures at the bottom at the sea, all about the loneliness the fish at the bottom feels. As it cripplingly searches for its home that the waves brought him away from. He jams like the clouds, every moving, constantly thinking, with a rhythm of a hunting praying mantis. A mantis with the passion at the climax, just before the music is gone, and the lizard eats him, easing in the humiliating fact of the predator turned to prey. But even though Genesis may come to an end after their masterpiece, they are like a mountain always beside you. They hold a candle between you, forever.
