Delicious forms of loose wrappings adorn the cymbal heavy beats that strike the chord to start the album. A jazz psychedelic element rides high while a rock n roll influenced four piece craft their way into abstraction. Lyricless but full of story telling sensations, a mishmash of guitar, drum, and bass surge through flowing rhythms and melodies in an almost punk scented flurry of mayhem. There are definitely talents to be heard in the ruckus but its choppy water with many places where the meat boils away from the bone. Easy to cut, easy to chew, but maybe a little over done for many.
Monumental tracks sit back to back in a five stage production, every individual segment framing a chapter mark in the sonic discovery. Everything changes and pivots on leaning gyroscopic swivel points which lean over and brush against modes and keys while the continuum of pace is kept in full thrust by a seemingly never tiring drummer. Creative fills keep everything ultra-interesting while a pumping bass holds down a free flowing guitar.
Dave Wine being the keyboard player takes the centre point for much of the album, it is all about him considering the name of the band, but there is plenty of room for everyone else to be heard and strut their progressive abilities. Air fills the gaps between phrase and melody, nothing stays the same, there is no homogeneous feel to this album but there is a consistent reaching for the pinnacles of creative expression.
Busy and noisy, but fresh and invigorating, El Reencuentro may not be to everybody's taste. There stands a giant gap between this and viable popular music, but that's why it's worth having a go. Perhaps never to be played again, or maybe to open up new realms of musical experience and doorways to inspirational conceptual art, breaking the rules is fun and we cannot overlook that vital factor when indulging in over kilter music like this.