Jim Kirkwood Morning Star Part 3 Play:    Mid-Fi   Hi-Fi (Excerpt from track 'Just After The Prism') Please go to the Store to buy this item.

CDR / 5 tracks / 74.18 mins

A bass pulse provides an ominous start to ‘Dawntreader’. It is as if something rather unpleasant is just around the corner. The sequences start to build slowly, creeping stealthily through the darkness. Sonic stabs fly out as if trying to sense our presence. The sequences very gradually become quicker as the fevered excitement increases. Warbling sonic shimmers arc between the pulsations as yet more sequences fall into formation. We are flying for our lives. Doom laden tron gives it all a rather epic feel. We turn round to fight, lead lines acting like staffs of power retaliating against the pursuing foe. A little echoing melody gets ‘The Truth is not a Reflection’ underway. It is like radiating circles moving outward from a disturbance on the water. A slow sequence brings up images of a group of warriors making there steady pace along the shore of a lake. Another sequence strikes up as the water starts to boil. ‘Just after the Prism’ is another one with a dark mysterious beginning before erupting into life. The mood is now much brighter and optimistic- a determination to get the job done and defeat the enemy once and for all. Ethnic flute takes us through a rather primitive and ‘earthy’ section before returning to effervescent sequences and leads. Tranquility returns as we near the end as if arriving home after completing the quest. A lovely high register melodic sequence gets ‘I will send my Angel’ underway. Dark drones, sighing pads and mournful strings give a contrasting melancholy feel. Further sequences arrive and we are given a rough shake before hurtling along on the back of these wonderful pulsations. Crashing drums make sure we are fully awake for ‘Pentangles of Light’. Apocalyptic massed pads swell. All then descends to swirling mists. It’s as if we are searching for something. A fresh sequence arrives. Maybe we have found what we were looking for and are now speeding to our destination. A fresh sequence arrives, challenging the first. Lead lines fence with each other. This is incredibly complex stuff, so much is going on. Just as things were reaching overload we return to atmospherics once more. We then enter another rather percussive section, sounding rather ethnic in both rhythm and melody. A classic flashing Kirkwood lead confronts the more ancient setting. Rather than there been a victor however things seem to meld into a harmonious amalgam out of which a soft tinkling calmness emerges. Things of course don’t stay like this long as bank after bank of sequences form up like one storm front after another, leads taking the role of lightning bolts hurtling from the dark clouds above. DL

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