The Art of Music Trilogy [Music Fusion, 1999]
You thought he'd died and gone to his reward, and so did the All-Music Guide, where his timeline ends in the '80s, but his discography tells a different tale: easily the most prolific "rock" artist of the '90s, manufacturing "instrumental new world ambient music" and God knows what else at a staggering clip. Night Airs, Aspirant Sunrise, Aspirant Sunset, Black Knights in the Court of Ferdinand IV, Phantom Power, Softsword: King John and the Magna Charter [sic], A World of Wisdom, and 2000 A.D. Into the Future get us only to the end of 1991, and he's kept it up--by my count, 35 albums in the decade, including this recent set, all three discs of which I swear I listened to while awake. Brief pieces suffused with the twixt-strings-and-keyboard echoes that are the special curse of synthesizers on today's auriculum, they favor harpsichord over piano and will dabble in anything a synth can, including drums and voices. The first disc, "The Sculptor," is the most soporific, which isn't a dis--"The Writer" gave me insomnia, and not because I blamed myself. D
You thought he'd died and gone to his reward, and so did the All-Music Guide, where his timeline ends in the '80s, but his discography tells a different tale: easily the most prolific "rock" artist of the '90s, manufacturing "instrumental new world ambient music" and God knows what else at a staggering clip. Night Airs, Aspirant Sunrise, Aspirant Sunset, Black Knights in the Court of Ferdinand IV, Phantom Power, Softsword: King John and the Magna Charter [sic], A World of Wisdom, and 2000 A.D. Into the Future get us only to the end of 1991, and he's kept it up--by my count, 35 albums in the decade, including this recent set, all three discs of which I swear I listened to while awake. Brief pieces suffused with the twixt-strings-and-keyboard echoes that are the special curse of synthesizers on today's auriculum, they favor harpsichord over piano and will dabble in anything a synth can, including drums and voices. The first disc, "The Sculptor," is the most soporific, which isn't a dis--"The Writer" gave me insomnia, and not because I blamed myself. D