Centaur, In Streams (Martians Go Home)

Posted January 18th, 2003 by admin · 1 Comment

In Streams
Martians Go Home
By: Eric Greenwood

Having only recently been fully exposed to Hum, the resurgence of Matt Talbot doesn't carry the weight for me it might for those who await his every move like the rising of the sun. And believe me, there are those out there that do. This gives me a far less learned perspective on his current band yet, very probably, a more honest/less biased one. Centaur's only real connection to Hum is in Talbot's sensitively strained vocals. The massive wall of guitars that marked Hum's signature sound has been replaced by a wall of atmospherics, where Talbot's voice serves as the centerpiece as opposed to the undercurrent.

There are moments of colossal rock to be sure, but such mountainous histrionics are used far more sparingly than they were in Hum. Centaur's musical scope casts a much wider net than Hum's rock-tinged dynamics. Talbot has clearly come into his own as a songwriter, and he's much more comfortable with his voice, evidenced by its dominant place in the mix. The forced whimsy of the opener, "Life Begins", straddles the fence of camp and sentimentality, but it's all made up for by one chord change that will send chills down your spine. The lyrics attached to it also save the song from a numbing blandness that would send Hum fans running for the nearest escape hatch.

The folksy moroseness of "Wait For The Sun" reveals a latent REM influence, particularly in the melodramatic chorus. Talbot sings with much more confidence and skill than ever before, and it's probably because his big, booming choruses demand that his voice adapt. The guitars finally knock your hair back on "The Same Place", a meandering, glacial epic, complete with ethereal vocals, dark arpeggios, and thunderous percussion.

Centaur takes its time pleading each case. The songs expand and develop slowly, often pushing the high end of seven minutes to make their points. "Strangers On 5" is no exception, pushing almost nine minutes with its loping melody and crystalline, jangly guitars. Talbot sounds distant, though sincere. Weird background noises filter in and out, leading up to the "Riders On The Storm"-inspired Fender Rhodes solo. The whole time you're expecting a noisy climax to erupt, but Centaur prefers the tease, as it only barely juices up the guitars for the last minute or so.

I'm kind of shocked by how often I hear Michael Stipe's influence rear its head in Talbot's inflection, but it's so clearly there. Certain syllables are just uncannily similar. "Placencia" begins as a jangly, almost folk-type ballad – the kind REM churned out ad nauseum in its IRS years – only to morph into a spacey, quasi-prog rocker and then back again, beautifully. The rumbling power of "Thimbles" should sate Hum fans (and Ride fans as well) if only briefly, as it's the closest any song on this album comes to resurrecting the ghost. The back masking and spacey effects aside, "Fields" is an atmospheric wonderland based solely on the way Talbot's guitars float majestically over the buzzing low end.

The title track closes the album in a truly pompous fashion, but it's gorgeous all the same. At a full thirteen minutes, "In Streams" visits unheard of extremes for Talbot. While the bone-crushing guitars that kick things off are to be expected, the new age synth outro certainly is not. The meat of the song rests on Talbot's metaphorical agrarian lyrical thread. The tide of the music recesses deeply during the vocal interludes, so that the one-finger synth line serves as the dramatic foundation. Ahh, Gary Numan is smiling somewhere. Everything Centaur seeks to prove is embodied in this song. It's a quintessential epic: pretentious, overly long, and melodramatic. But Centaur more than earns the right on this debut. This is smart, textural rock of the highest caliber.

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  • 1 Sachem Loman // Jun 13, 2010 at 12:34 am

    only a fool would compare Matt Talbot to Mike Stipe of REM. There isn’t anything there that even remotely compares to each other. CENTAUR’s album is a piece of beautiful work; over-looked, and underrated–almost all about Lost love, and quite possibly the loss of a child. This site is as old as yesteryear’s crumbs, so…yea. HUM rules. Bands of today suck. Good luck