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Dave Kerzner’s New Lamb/IT

I’ve been into music—mostly progressive rock and jazz—for as long as I can remember.  As I’ve mentioned before, my first love was YESSONGS—owned by two older brothers.  I loved everything about it—the music, the lyrics, the art.  It also just seemed like a super science-fiction project to my very young mind.  I would’ve been six when YESSONGS came out.

After Yes, my second loves were Kansas and then Genesis.  I encountered Kansas in 1975, sometime around age 8.  In fact, living in Kansas, there was no escaping Kansas.  Americans don’t often realize it, but Kansans are as proud of being Kansans and their fellow Kansans as Texans are about being Texan; they’re just not loud about it.  So, yes, we lived and breathed LEFTOVERTURE and POINT OF NO RETURN.

Genesis, though, didn’t come to me until about 1978, me aged 10, when I fell in love with “Follow You, Follow Me” and purchased AND THEN THERE WERE THREE.  That was one of the first albums I ever bought.  Followed by DUKE, by ABACAB, by GENESIS.  From there, worked backward to TRICK OF THE TALE and WIND AND WUTHERING and, especially, SECONDS OUT.  I loved SECONDS OUT.  I even had video recorded—through the USA Network—a concert from the SECONDS OUT period with Bill Bruford on drums.

I also really liked Peter Gabriel—especially SECURITY—but for some reason I was reluctant to take a deep dive into Gabriel-era Genesis.  Honestly, I have no idea why, except that I so admired the Phil Collins period—especially TRICK and WIND.  

I love the Peter Gabrel era of Genesis so much now, however, that I can barely remember a time when I didn’t love them.  

So, right before I went to college (fall of 1986), I bought LAMB LIES DOWN ON BROADWAY.  To state that my mind was boggled, would be an understatement.  I knew “Carpet Crawlers” of course, but to listen to it in context truly floored me.  At the time (remember, I was 18), I thought Lamb was either the greatest statement of prog ever written or a statement of chaos and madness.  Either way, I wasn’t surprised that Gabriel chose to leave after making the album.  Clearly, the album means something profound and deep in the history of prog.

It’s a strange album lyrically, as a young Puerto Rican male wants to escape from the corporate conformity imposed at every level of his life.  Ah, you “progressive hypocrites.”

When Kevin McCormick—one of my all-time closest friends, a professional classical guitarist, a key contributor to this website—and I first talked Genesis (this would’ve been the fall of 1986), I expressed my love of Lamb, and he thought I was crazy.  Only a true Genesis weirdo would like LAMB, just as only a true Yes weirdo would like TALES FROM TOPOGRAPHIC OCEANS.  It was a funny conversation.  Kevin, it should be noted, was the first friend I had who could talk music as much as I could.  A high school friend, Joel, came close, but Joel was mostly into college rock and alternative music, not rock or prog.  So, his opinion (or, given LAMB, his anti-opinion) really meant a great deal to me.  Still, I continued to love LAMB as an act of mad genius.

Jump forward fifty years. . . and the mighty and awesome Dave Kerzner has recreated and recorded a brand new version of LAMB simply called IT.  If you don’t know the work of Kerzner, you really should.  He’s the great touchstone or fountainhead of our era’s (third wave or beyond) progressive rock.  From Sound of Contact, through his solo work (NEW WORLD DELUXE and STATIC), through his work with In Continuum, Kerzner is a genius.  He knows how to write the best lyrics, and he also knows how to write the best hooks.  But, there’s one thing about Kerzner that often doesn’t get recognized.  He’s a perfectionist, an audiophile at the level of Steven Wilson.  Don’t get me wrong, Steven Wilson has one of the best ears out there.  But, Kerzner’s is equally good.  

He just gets sound.

As far as I knew there’s nothing that Kerzner has released that I don’t proudly own.  So, when I heard he was remaking LAMB, I was absolutely thrilled.  And, there’s nothing about Kerzner’s version that doesn’t satisfy me.  From his production to its use of real strings, it’s a glorious masterpiece, so very worthy of its now-fifty-year old original.  Kerzner is exactly a year younger than me, and while I don’t know him, I wouldn’t be shocked if he and I encountered the album in much the same way.

In every way, Kerzner has done justice to LAMB.  For 1975, it was immaculately produced, but that simply can’t compare to the immaculate production of 2025.  IT—Kerzner’s version—replicates the entire album, again always advancing the production, especially with live orchestration.  Additionally, Kerzner offers a third disc with alternative versions of the classic tracks.

Even the band of IT is an all-star cast of current prog royalty: Kerzner, Francis Dunnery, Nick D’Virgilio, Fernando Perdomo, Billy Sherwood, and special guests.

Spirit of Cecilia readers, it just doesn’t get better than this.  Whether it’s genius or madness, who can say?  Except to note, there’s always a bit of madness in all genius, and a bit of genius in all madness.  LAMB/IT is smack-dab in the center.  Since Kerzner first sent me the tracks via Bandcamp, I’ve been listening obsessively.  That obsession—part madness and part genius—will continue for sometime, especially as we approach the end of the semester and with finals starting to loom larger. . . .

To order IT, please click here.

Steve Hackett: Supper’s Ready (Genesis)

Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn’t seem quite right
And it’s hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue 
Hey my baby, don’t you know our love is true

Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand
And it’s hey babe your supper’s waiting for you
Hey my baby, don’t you know our love is true?

I’ve been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It’s good to feel you again
It’s been a long long time
Hasn’t it? 

I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire

You, can’t you see he’s fooled you all
Yes, he’s here again
Can’t you see he’s fooled you all?
Share his peace, sign the lease
He’s a supersonic scientist
He’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you’ll walk inside 
Hand in hand
Gland in gland 
With a spoonful of miracle
He’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep you snug and warm

Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West
But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors standing still below the ground

Waiting for battle

The fight’s begun, they’ve been released
Killing foe for peace, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
And they’ve given me a wonderful potion
‘Cause I cannot contain my emotion
And even though I’m feeling good
Something tells me I’d better activate my prayer capsule

Today’s a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate
The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord

Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
We climb up the mountain of human flesh
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He’s been stamped “Human Bacon” by some butchery tool
He is you

Social Security took care of this lad
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower
A flower? 

If you go down to Willow Farm
To look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it’s full of surprise
Everyone lies like the fox on the rocks
And the musical box
Oh, there’s Mum and Dad, and good and bad
And everyone’s happy to be here

There’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag
He used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag
The frog was a prince
The prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird 
(Fly away you sweet little thing, they’re hard on your tail) 
Hadn’t you heard? (they’re going to change you into a human being!) 
Yes, we’re happy as fish and gorgeous as geese
And wonderfully clean in the morning

We’ve got everything, we’re growing everything
We’ve got some in, we’ve got some out 
We’ve got some wild things floating about 
Everyone, we’re changing everyone
You name them all, we’ve had them here
And the real stars are still to appear
(All change!) 

Feel your body melt
Mum to mud to mad to dad 
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office
You’re all full of ball
Dad to dam to dumb to mum 
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing
You’re all full of ball

Let me hear your lies, we’re living this up to the eyes
Ooh, aah, na-na-na 
Momma I want you now

And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause
You’ve been here all the time
Like it or not, like what you got
You’re under the soil (the soil, the soil)
Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!)
So we’ll end with a whistle and end with a bang 
And all of us fit in our places

With the guards of Magog, swarming around
The Pied Piper takes his children underground
Dragons coming out of the sea
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies
You can tell he’s doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won’t be easy

666 is no longer alone
He’s getting out the marrow in your backbone
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll
Gonna blow right down inside your soul
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he’s writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune

And it’s hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don’t you know our love is true?
I’ve been so far from here, far from your loving arms
Now I’m back again
And babe, it’s gonna work out fine

Can’t you feel our souls ignite?
Shedding ever-changing colours
In the darkness of the fading night
Like the river joins the ocean
As the germ in a seed grows 
We have finally been freed to get back home

There’s an angel standing in the sun
And he’s crying with a loud voice
“This is the supper of the mighty one”
Lord of Lords, King of Kings
Has returned to lead his children home
To take them to the new Jerusalem

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Mike Rutherford / Peter Gabriel / Phil Collins / Steve Hackett / Tony Banks

Supper’s Ready lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Carlin America Inc

In The DropBox: Flying Colors, Nick Mason, Djabe with Steve Hackett, and Gazpacho

The DropBox overfloweth this week: two live sets, an interesting prog/jazz offering, and the new Gazpacho album.

First up, Flying Colors’ third live album, Third Stage: Live In London, recorded during the tour in support of 2019’s excellent Third Degree. The prog supergroup of Mike Portnoy, Steve Morse, Dave LaRue, Casey McPherson, and Neal Morse just gets better and better. This is a two-disc set featuring the cream of their crop of arena-rock style prog. The rhythm section of Portnoy and LaRue is insane, especially LaRue’s funky bass. If you aren’t familiar with Flying Colors, this is the perfect introduction. If you’re a fan, it’s the best document of their scorching live prowess yet recorded.

Next up is Nick Mason’s Saucerful of Secrets. This is a real treat: Nick Mason, original drummer for Pink Floyd, put together a talented group of musicians to play a relaxed set of pre-Dark Side Of The Moon classics at the Roundhouse. If all you know about the Floyd is DSOTM and later, these songs (with the exception of the Meddle ones) will surprise you. They are playful and psychedelic in a very charming way. Gary Kemp, of Spandau Ballet fame, handles vocals, and he is terrific. It’s obvious both the band and the audience are having a great time, and Nick Mason has not lost his chops one bit.

The Magic Stag, by Hungarian group Djabe, is hard to categorize. The first few songs sound like some sort of raga/smooth jazz hybrid, as if Bob James found himself in Bollywood. Okay, I exaggerate, but there’s definitely an Indian feel to “Power of Wings” courtesy of a sitar jamming with trumpet. Steve Hackett lends his always tasteful guitar to seven of the eleven songs, and he and his wife wrote the lyrics to the title track.

The sixth track, “Unseen Sense” is the highlight, with some outstanding acoustic guitar work supporting a beautiful melody. This is a song worthy of stellar fusion artists such as Oregon, Weather Report, or Mark Isham. The rest of the album maintains the high standard set by this track. If you are looking for a nice album to play on a lazy Sunday morning, Djabe’s The Magic Stag is a perfect choice.

Anything new from Gazpacho is big news, and it’s been two years since we heard from them. Fireworker is their latest, and it is somewhat of a departure from previous efforts. I, for one, am glad to see them stretch out a little. The past few albums were starting to sound a little interchangeable. This one kicks off with the 20-minute epic “Space Cowboy”, which features a huge choir. It’s as if Carl Orff took his Carmina Burana and scored it for a prog rock group. That sounds ambitious, but Gazpacho pulls it off with aplomb.

This song cycle, like most of Gazpacho’s, has a unifying concept. In the words of keyboardist Thomas Andersen,

“There’s an instinctual part of you that lives inside your mind, separate from your consciousness. I call it the ‘Fireworker’ or the ‘Lizard’ or the ‘Space Cowboy.’ It’s an eternal and unbroken lifeforce that’s survived every generation, with a new version in each of us. It’s evolved alongside our consciousness, and it can override us and control all of our actions.” In order to get us to do what it wants, he clarifies, the “Fireworker” will silence the parts of our mind that feel disgust or remorse so that we’re unable to stop it. The conscious part of our mind, Andersen notes, will actually “rationalize and legitimize” those thoughts and actions so that we never discover the beast behind-the-scenes. No matter how we feel about ourselves in terms of identity, accomplishments, and value, we’re all just vessels—or “Sapiens”—that the creature uses until it no longer needs us. “If you play along,” Andersen explains, “It’ll reward you like a puppy and let you feel fantastic; if you don’t, it’ll punish you severely.”

From arena prog, through psychedelic pop, to jazz prog, and finally Norwegian choral prog (for want of a better term!), this is the most eclectic batch of music we’ve ever pulled from the DropBox. I’ll leave you with a little Djabe and Steve Hackett: