Most of my new friends, the ones who have come into my life in the past few years, have very strong feelings about exactly who ‘the greatest band’ is. A large number of them consider said band to be … well, UKnow … Don’t U? (And You, Too?)
They may be very convicted of this opinion, but they are wrong. I love them quite a bit. I saw them live while you were still in diapers. (Thank you Jesus for a long, full life.) They are not, however, the greatest.
I humbly submit to you the Greatest Band in existance today. (My psychic friends have guessed already.)
They took their name from ‘The Silmarillion’ by J.R.R. Tolkien. That alone ought to send the fantasy readers, geeks and Mrs. Martin rushing to iTunes. They started off quite prog and jazz, writing sprawling epic songs in the nature of early Peter Gabriel era Genesis. They made a 35 minute song on the life of Grendel, he-monster of Beowulf fame. They have since refined their taste and mood, and create some of the most moving music ever recorded.
I discovered them in 1983, while trying to deal with my parent’s ugly divorce and MUCH uglier re-marriages. The frontman (Fish) wrote an entire album dealing with his failure as a husband. It pulled me through and I have been a fan ever since.
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I know you, my friends and casual readers. You deserve to hear this band.