From the glacial black shards of creeping ambience that float into deep soundscapes, dark electronic washes and the liquid gold guitar patterns (tinged with echoes of Pink Floyd) on 17 minute opener Gaza, to the trembling, heart splintering heights of Sky Above The Rain, Marillion have created a beautiful, neo-progressive rock masterpiece. From Sounds That Can't Be Made;
"One day you'll play me sounds that can't be made
I'll feel them humming from somewhere inside your hand..."
The combination of lyrical brilliance and the instrumental section towards the end of the song is just beautiful. Montreal is like a living diary, a musical postcard, a dreamlike song that quite literally takes you on a journey. Power is the sound of electrical love and life quivering, shaking, it is haunting and profound in its sentiment. Sounds That Can't Be Made is life affirming rock music that holds a force to be unleashed within the listener; a fizzing sphere of imagination, emotion and burning spirit. Steve Hogarth has the heart of a poet and there are flashes of melancholy, warmth and romance within his lyrics. One of the best lyrical moments however, comes from John Helmer. From Pour My Love;
"Lids that close and time that slows the rapid eye
There is no dreaming in the grave
You'll never look into those eyes again
In this world, In this world -
So bend your head
The way that flowers bend their heads
I'll pour upon it my love like rain..."
Sounds That Can't Be Made. Canyon wild wind over cornfields, a smooth and yellow sway. Cool wind across your face, the sound of your son sleeping, the pattern of night sounds within the curve of his ear, the pattern of moonlight on the bedroom wall, the sound of your beautiful wife laughing, the light behind the leaves, the sound of a flower that bends in the breeze, the sun breathing in the blackness of space.
It is astonishing just how good Marillion have become. Sounds That Can't Be Made is a modern day classic.