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	  Neal Morse
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   Review by Josh Turner
 He did            everything I would have asked of him and a whole lot more. This is his            best album out of his most recent batches and one that rivals all the            best from the year. I didn't think anybody would dethrone Tomas Bodin's            I Am for my choice of album of the year. While I wouldn't go so far            as to say he has surpassed it, this is right up there with it. It's            far better than One and it even edges out Testimony and Snow. The only            downside is that it's one disc and you'll be wanting more long after            it's done. However, it's in his most complicated format yet. In some            ways, it's one long song and yet it's not. Each track fluently translates            into the next better than anything he's ever done. Additionally, this            is, for the most part, a dozen separate songs that play alone just fine.            If you ask me, that's an impressive feat by itself. A lot of the songs            are short, but they're cut and pasted in such a way as to completely            overlap one another. You'll have trouble knowing where one ends and            the next one begins. If you thought of Testimony or Snow as one song,            you'll find it increasingly more difficult to differentiate between            these pieces. This is a huge strength of the album. It keeps its hold            on the listener and doesn't give you a chance to sneak away. It's merely            a matter of convenience to break it up into these twelve separate tracks.            It's all good and I doubt that many will find themselves skipping tracks,            jumping into the middle, or abandoning ship without taking it to its            creative climax. Even though Neal is guilty of sticking to a certain            style, you'll never be bored by sameness or lack of originality. I found            myself stuck to the contents as if it were covered in a sticky shellac            of Elmer's glue. 
There            are two additional improvements over his previous album also worthy            of mention: The first has to do with the lyrics. He is in touch with            his spiritual side, but also open-minded and sensitive to the diversity            that would be found among the different sects of people. It doesn't            matter your denomination or beliefs, these words can reach just about            anybody. In my opinion, this is the greatest accomplishment of the album            as this sort of message is seldom if ever done so well. It's about religion,            but at the same time, it's about the enlightenment he's experienced            over the years. The whole world could learn from his message. Many people,            even those who are agnostic, will welcome these insightful expressions.            Second, the instrumentals are superior to his previous engagements.            The guitars are significantly better than they were on One. This can            be attributed to Al Morse, Roine Stolt, and Steve Hackett who each make            exceptional guest appearances. Neal needs no help on the keyboards,            yet we are treated to contributions from Jordan Rudess. Where else do            you see all these musicians on the same release? As if this weren't            impressive enough, we bear witness to an unbelievable extravagance,            these maestros trading licks. These parts will certainly wow you. In            addition to these gracious gifts from these instrumental gods, Mike            Portnoy is back at it again on the drums. It's not Transatlantic exactly,            because Pete Trewavas is absent. Instead, there is a new bassist on            the block and his name is Randy George. He's not altogether new as Neal            has featured him on his latest endeavors. In any case, he's a more than            suitable replacement for the missing Pete and able to provide his own            melodic wonder. Together, these musicians make a winning combination            and cook up sweet symphonic treats that hearken back to the recent times            of the relatively-retro, but positively-progressive Transatlantic.  
The only            downside is that as mentioned, there is a certain similarity to all            his past pieces. This goes with the territory, but not so much as usual.            We do get many of the same solos, the Latin licks, and much of the same            orchestrations from the string and brass sections. To paraphrase Andy            Tillison of The Tangent, who really cares when he does it so well? I            wholeheartedly agree, but we're fortunate enough to get new themes on            top of the material we've already grown to fancy. I will take this album            as is and whatever else he puts out regardless of how far (or near)            he ventures from the familiar path. Not only is it a trip you'll take            to its completion, it's one you'll take often and in some cases one            you'll return to right away. The repeat button was engineered to endure            frequent clicks. This album has been designed to put it to the test.            For those who can't wait (or have the album and want a different perspective)            a couple single versions are available for download at Neal's            site - these are quite different from the renditions on the disc. 
This review is  available in book format (hardcover and paperback)   in              Music Street  Journal: 2005 Year Book Volume 2 at https://garyhillauthor.com/Music-Street-Journal-2005. 
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	The Temple of the God Though            it has a similar name, it is not the song from Transatlantic's Suite            Charlotte Pike (that would be "Temple of the Gods"). After            whispers direct us through a dark and windy tunnel, we bump into a beginning            that rivals Testimony and Snow. This intro may be a tad bit better than            both as it gradually builds and works in a whirlwind of ideas. The magnificent            theme that dominates this track will return many times later on. |  
	
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	Another World This            short ditty works incredibly well. The passages are unique, yet have            an early Spock's Beard vibe about them. This one is so catchy; it might            beat the regrettable Red Sox fan to that game-winning ball. |  
	
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	The Outsider This            takes two successful mixes and blends them together to form one frothy            beverage. It's a combination of Testimony and The Light, which results            in melodies flowing fluidly from the tapper. He's gotten quite good            at telling a story without detracting from the music. He takes elements            from the sad outro of the first side of Testimony and combines them            with the uplifting intro found on the second. Eventually it brings in            the happiest of beats. It's carried upwards by an acoustic guitar. It's            also sprinkled by the ringing of regal bells not too unlike the chimes            typically found coming from The Flower Kings. It's a powerful statement            to have this pleasurable piece emerge so early on. |  
	
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	Sweet Elation There            is a smooth transaction between the controlling parties. The operator            switches lines without the slightest interruption in service. I've never            heard a transitional piece that binds the parts together so well. Not            a single seam is showing and no static can be heard. It's almost impossible            to pick up the receiver before the call has been forwarded on. I can            hear Transatlantic's "Duel with the Devil" and "All of            the Above" in the instrumentals. Randy's bass parts sound suspiciously            similar to Dave Meros. It's another clue that Randy can keep pace with            all the great bassists. |  
	
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	In The Fire This            starts with a strange, but alluring beginning that revolves around a            wailing guitar. This was definitely born from the ashes of Snow. I hear            "Devil's Got My Throat" and "Snow's Night Out."            Randy's bass is wild and outrageous in this wickedly ostentatious number.            This catches fire like a moth to a flame. The keyboards remind me of            the solo infernos lit up by Richard Andersson on Karmakanic, Time Requiem,            and Space Odyssey. This may have the best moments on the album and it's            some of Neal's best keyboard-playing ever. This fact alone should say            a lot about the kind of symphonics you'll stumble upon in this song.            It sounds a lot like Ryo Okumoto, but I suspect Jordan Rudess has had            a hand in this one. After being hit by these extraordinary instrumentals,            we get incredible licks from the guitar and bass. Before it finishes,            we get some vocals that are so amazing, they are sure to sound the alarm.            Then, the keyboards hit us again and this time, they swap the seeds            of Derek Sherinan for Kansas-inspired crops. There is even a sax situated            within these sonic gateways. Neal does it all, carefully coordinates            his crew, and puts together an incredibly entertaining cut. This song            is reluctant to quit. Between the blistering devil and the frostbitten            snow, this burns both hot and cold. As a result, it easily qualifies            itself among my favorite cuts of the album. |  
	
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	Solid As The Sun This            song is solid as a rock and sizzles like a raisin in the sun. It sounds            a lot like Ajalon especially in the singing and the bass. There's an            interesting monologue in the middle. At the heart of it, we encounter            another great solo on the sax. This one would impress the likes of masters            such as David Jackson or Theo Travis from The Tangent. |  
	
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	The Glory of the Lord It's            as if you entered Sunday Service when we come upon this sophisticated            sermon. The parishioners stand up and chant a divine prayer. On this            Day of Atonement, you will find a congregation filled with inspiration            and emotion. |  
	
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	Outside Looking In This            is a sad and sullen song reminiscent of some of Snow's more downtrodden            tunes. Like Scrooge, we are outside looking in. We can see warmth and            light a few footsteps away. All it takes is a simple twist of a door            handle to escape this chilly domain. It's a beautiful ballad, that's            well sung, and with subtly elegant instrumentals. |  
	
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	12 This            song features a piano piece that competes with the one found in "All            of the Above." Like its predecessor, it comes at just the right            time and each note is navigated in the most skillful manner. If that's            not enough, we get an incredible guitar solo. This is the track that            showcases the talents of Steve Hackett. Mike Portnoy and Randy George            fill out the lineup here. They run like gazelles on the prairie with            passion, poise, and grace. We might be observing them from above in            a chopper; even so we have a hard time keeping up with them. We can't            help, but be in awe of their refined and synchronized movements. This            could be where you'll find the album's most heavenly highlights. It's            a bit of everything he's ever done, plus passages influenced by the            Middle East and Russia. This may very well be his greatest track ever. |  
	
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	Entrance After            taking on the high hills, we decelerate and take it in for a cushy landing.            We take this portion of the trip on foot. Isolated in a remote region,            we get a chance to walk and talk with Neal. We get his complete and            undivided attention as he recites the most personal parts of this tale.            It's almost like another prayer. He continues to combine music and story            together in an unusually cohesive manner. This tape won't be hitting            the cutting floor. Once this is screened to viewers, you can bet it            becomes part of the special edition. It has the first of false endings            (hint), but what's cleverest is how he ties in the earlier themes from            "Sweet Elation" and "The Temple of the Living God." |  
	
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	Inside His Presence In            this Broadway ballad, I can picture Josh Groban alone on stage under            a bright and balmy light. He's confident as all eyes watch his striking            display. Out there by himself, he is under pressure to perform; yet            his experience and talent create awe in his audience. Bagpipes actually            appear at some point onto the scene. While this would normally seem            out of place, it is right at home on this track. Towards the end, we            get bombastic and booming instrumentals that scale a staircase to the            highest summit. It almost feels like the album is wrapping up here and            it'll trick you every time. There is more to come and it never stalls.            He stays in the driving seat as he slickly shifts into the subsequent            song. |  
	
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	The Temple of the Living God (Reprise) This            commences in the most cunning manner as it picks up cleanly from the            previous piece. I'm totally infatuated with this exchange. Then after            many elated parts, it ends in much the same manner as the album begun            (hence, why it shares the same name as the opening song). Rather than            start with the sound clips we heard when this rocking rocket took off,            he has the format flipped. Before the album fades off into the heavens,            the soft-spoken murmurs from the beginning become the final noises to            resonate in this recording. Then, there are only two options to follow.            One being silence from the speakers, the other would be a gasp or sigh            coming from your lips. That's how it was for me. I was that stunned            by this accomplishment. After giving it some time to absorb, I was back            to playing it again. I doubt the repeat button will break. Before that            ever gets a chance to happen, I'm sure this disc will have worn out            its plastic shell. It's great the technology was made to last, because            this one will keep on spinning right up until his next release. Before            signing out, I must leave you with one final warning. This album is            so staggering; listening to it runs the risk of breaching a very vital            commandment. Which one would that be might you ask? Well, when playing            it, don't be surprised if you happen to use the Lord's name in vain. |  
	
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