Spinefarm/Machine Elf
Purson’s second album seems to have been a long time coming for their growing army of fans. With the stop gap EP In The Meantime giving us a glimpse into the direction the band would head towards next, it can now be seen as only a prelude to this multi-coloured psychedelic concept piece that will probably have people deciphering its meaning for the next twenty years.
OK, as an aside here I thought I would just mention that not only has Rosalie Cunningham’s knack for writing a damn good song seemed to have been honed even further, but she has perfected the art of writing some great middle eights. She has a habit of moving sections of her songs together so that they seem seamless, but also take you elsewhere without feeling clunky within the context of the song. Like Paul McCartney or Andy Partridge, she has developed these into an almost uplifting high point of a song — quite wonderful.
Justin Smith’s bass takes centre stage during the opening of “Pedigree Chums”, which seems one of the bands most prog rock affairs to date. Sounding at times a bit like early seventies King Crimson, it sees the band pushing complex ideas further but honing them down into a four-minute track, something that shouldn’t work on paper, but does here. “The Sky Parade” seems to take some of the frantic energy of the previous track down somewhat in an opening that curiously manages to capture a slab of Fairport Convention travelling headlong into Meddle-era Pink Floyd. The track returns to an acoustic piece that almost hints at Fleetwood Mac’s “Oh Well”, before drifting on a light summer breeze through the verse and chorus.
“The Window Cleaner” is a mid pace Beatles-style track with plenty of Mellotron, organ stabs and the kind of rolling bass line that Macca or Colin Moulding would have been proud of. Some lovely drum fills from Raphael Mura have a percussive force that helps give the track forward momentum. “The Way It Is” has the most catchy and foot-stomping tunes that Rosalie has ever written. It oozes 1967 from your speakers in a way that only Syd Barrett could have managed back in the day. “Mr Howard” has an old-time rocker feel, with some Doors-style organ riffing over a pounding rhythm and a verse that almost slips into ’73 era Slade. But Purson are more than the sum of all these parts and make the melting pot of psychedelic glam their own and stamp the song with their own particular brand.“I Know” starts with a lilting guitar fugue that leads into some quite magical vocals from Rosalie. The song has that drifting on a boat on the sea feel, with little tweaks of The Moody Blues‘ Days of Future Passed bobbing up in the ocean of its musical colours. “The Bitter Suite” closes the album, starting with the same vibe as Bowie’s “Rock’n’Roll Suicide” in its use of piano patterns and sax motifs, but then morphs into something straight from In The Court of the Crimson King. The mood of the track changes as we hit each different segment; one section reminds me of Pentangle. Rosalie’s vocals are quite stunning as she takes us through each movement of one of most accomplished songs the band has played and it shows the range and breadth of their musical ability.
This album is Purson honing their craft, creating a world of their own imaginings and letting the rest of us have a tiny glimpse inside it. It is a musical cornucopia that sets their sound apart from most other bands around at the moment. Desire’s Magic Theatre is a powerful statement of intent that will hopefully see them gain a wider audience. It’s an alluring record that calls to you to indulge in some of their DMT to be able to enter into Purson’s spirit world.-Gary Parsons-
