The "dreamy drift" pervades most other areas of the Pike too, though 'Disintegration Mirrors' is, as I've mentioned, the big centrepiece and a problematically long solo. The shading of the riffs and especially the soft melodies are exquisite, but it's the dreamy drift of the whole thing that makes this one essential Bucky song. In the case of 'Claymation Courtyard' that feeling is relaxed and nostalgic like an internal walk back to the street you lived as a child, where each few steps sparks off associations and you think, 'That's where I was born', 'That's where I learned to ride a bike', and 'That was my grandmother's house'. Why else would he so deliberately reject to include lyrics and vocals on almost every one of 300 releases? The music simply sounds like what it's meant to be and B doesn't need to tell anyone what they should be feeling or hearing. That first song is one of the very first I ever heard from Buckethead and convinced me beyond a doubt that what he does with his guitar is not merely for show or as mere music, but because he has a vision and carries it out with each note and phase of his playing. However, I shouldn't really complain that much because 'Claymation Courtyard' is five minutes of demonstrable proof that Bucky can do exactly what I've just asked for and with outstanding ingenuity not only in the playing techniques (I'm not really a sucker for those) but also in the effect of those notes. What I would have much preferred (and would still much prefer if Brian ever happens to venture to this part of the internet) is a more even mix of solos, riffs, melodies, and dynamics, which don't tend to happen when King B gets excited, leading to sometimes interminable experiences where the solo fades into pointlessness by virtue of its length.
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That 'Disintegration Mirrors' is full 14 minutes of shredding and noodling and wailing didn't sit well with me at first and I got hold of this album more because of its reputation and the instinctive brilliance of the title track than actual appreciation of the style. The grumble is this: who really has the patience to listen to anyone, however skilled they are, play guitar solos for half an hour? This isn't a motherfucking Eric Clapton benefit show and I can't frankly be bothered to listen carefully for the whole of a Pike to see what Bucky is doing with his left hand. So if you want to get straight to it, I suggest you skip a paragraph or two.
Far be it from me to piss on anyone's parade, but my review is going to contain a short grumble, a quick passage about video games, and then definitely some musical comments too. So it seems as if a review for ol' Pike 51 is somewhat a rite of passage for Bucketbots on The Metal Archives, since the torch has been passed on by stainedclass2112's enthusiasm in the Virgin Reviews challenge a year or so ago, then CHAIRTHROWER, a new Bucket disciple (and seemingly also a fan of caps lock) who recently gave Claymation Courtyard the highest honours, supplying another 95% score.
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