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The Mars Volta is a punk rock prog band and in that Omar doesn't need to reinvent the guitar for the guitar, but for his own self, and with this album he has done that. He not only does his solos and improvisations to the best of his ability, but he fulfills them within the parameters of his ideas, which is where Frances and Amputechture suffered -- in their desire to be something other than what they were.

They were records of ideas and abstractions, wandering noise, ultimately unlistenable in their aimlessness. The song "Goliath" in particular plays brilliantly with these fears of vaporous noodlry; minutes in, it teases at a drop into formless chaos, only to wrench back up like a diver for air, and does this a few more times within as well, knowing us to be the fickle and untrusting audience we are. But dare to believe once again: The Mars Volta has written an album the concept of which isn't really necessary to understand to find enjoyable that is actually comprised of songs.

Songs that fucking slay. Bedlam is not De-loused Part 2 ; everything between that album and this is condensed and incorporated eloquently, the best parts of their output so far blended beyond reproach, from me at least. I feared the loss of the drummer from that album would finally put this band into the ground, but the new guy takes the voodoo-tribal rhythms of De-loused , the threats of improv from the other two, and makes them supplant the rock, rather than the other way around.

The initiation is complete and his place in this band is secure. The song "Soothsayer" embodies the Mars Volta's final lesson from their heroes of prog Floyd, et.

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The Mars Volta. Spotify Amazon. If you can commit any of these attention deficit disorders to memory, you're probably in Mars Volta. If you can explain the concept something about a cursed Israeli ouija board without having read any of the pre-release materials, you've recently done drugs with Lil' Wayne.

The general "pro" argument for Mars Volta is that they're a true anachronism of the iPod age, but The Bedlam in Goliath goes great lengths towards actually rewarding short attention spans. Between Bixler's preposterous lyrics no need to quote them, you've already gotten the idea by now , the fractious time signature switcheroos of "Metatron", and Ikey Owens' keyboard globules on "Agadez", you'll find plenty of moments worthy of high-fiving, but they lack any sort of meaningful big picture context or contrast.

Oh, excpet for that Israeli ouija board stuff. It used to be you could rely on them to toss in some aimlessly ambient smoke breaks for variety's sake, but save for the turgid wolf cry of "Torniquet Man", Bedlam plays like the true soundtrack to Katamari Damacy , indiscriminate consumption set to a relentless beat.

Opener "Aberinkula" is typical of the dynamic assault, erupting like it was in a stepped-on firehose for the past year and proceeding to just get fucking louder and louder until the free-time saxophones confirm the scent of apeshit. I swear there's a legit funk-metal groove in "Ilyena", but Thomas Pridgen doesn't agree. Ignoring the basic drumming priority of keeping time, Pridgen solos for about six minutes-- or as much you can "solo" while the rest of the band does their own thing.

And in the most preposterous production trick you'll likely not hear in , 90 seconds into "Cavalettes", the mix gets fried and then sounds like it's being sucked down a toilet before spitting back up.