Released on: 20th July 2018
According to Galasphere 347’s social media presence their interests include interior decorating, origami, and long walks along the stave. The last one was made up but with each song running over ten minutes you can see where it came from. No smoke without fire they say.
Interior decorating and origami translate into song writing like trees do to paper and the self titled album from Galasphere 347 is a five star motel with interesting hallways and beautiful gardens adorned with paper sculptures; a place where craft meets talent with fountains of melody that flow through time like fish through coral.
However there is a certain irony in the prog rock movement that it retains much of its youthful instrumentation. With organs and synth sounds that are a genre staple taking familiar liberties in the genre and Galasphere 347 use this to the fullest degree of honor. Using 80’s TV sounding synths and voltage driven organs, and manipulating them into a harsh spectrum of rock and blues. While they sound cheesy it is delivered with so much conviction you cannot help but get involved with the mesmeric trance of these Daedalian songs.
As far as prog goes Galasphere 347 heavily indulge in their artistic voice, and to great cinematic effect and this album. Afflicting memories of Pink Floyd and Frank Zappa at his most coherent, while sounding confident with their own riffs. And with only three songs spent over a run-time of around forty minutes there is never a point where it feels like any one track has dragged on artificially. As each song moves with an organic glide over the rugged terrain of snappy drum kicks and powerful guitars.
8/10
