The Cage –  Bob Holroyd (reviewed by Dave Franklin)

s-l500.jpgMusical genres are pretty much the equivalent of having a nine to five job. Those who adhere to them follow the strictly dictated rules and follow the logical and practical sequences of their chosen path, they serve a purpose and make the world turn in an orderly fashion. That’s fine, it’s the norm, it is what is expected. But there are those who chose to make their own path, those who learn the rules only so they know which ones they can bend, which ones they can break and which they can ignore altogether. These are the mavericks and the dreamers. These are the people like Bob Holroyd.

To Holroyd music is like the sea, different parts have different characteristics but you are free to travel unrestricted through which ever waters you chose, shallow or deep, tranquil or dramatic. And whilst you do so the waters below you are constantly mixing and changing. With eight albums and six remix albums to his name, Holroyd’s work can only be described as eclectic and his latest, The Cage, is as textured and cinematic as they come.

It is built on 12 tracks which combine mediative and contemplative sounds and which seem somehow to balance complex and intricate musical motifs into an overall finish which can only be described as minimalist. The instrumentals found here are inward looking, soul-searching and wistful, and whereas lyrics are a form of communication which aim straight for the brain before engaging with the heart, these voiceless masterpieces aim straight for the soul.

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