Darned if I know how to start this review.
Phideaux Xavier is — or appears to be — a one-man crusade for
thinking outside the box in modern music. For starters, you can get
his latest CD,
Fiendish, free. (Postage donations accepted by return mail,
and frankly if you ask for this CD and don’t send him some money
it’s your karma.) He is also only the second artist that I’ve ever
reviewed where I couldn’t immediately identify a few people he
sounds like; hell, I’m not even sure there’s a genre here. Perhaps
future generations will identify music as ‘phideauxian.’ In a truly
just world, it would happen — because Phideaux Xavier is a
freakin’ genius, and this CD has just utterly disrupted my plans
for the 2003 Top Ten.
I suppose the closest genre would be progressive rock, though to
put this and, say, Yes in the same classification is utterly
ridiculous. There are elements of pop, guitar rock, and electronica
as well; sonar beeps and theremin wails are scattered all through
Fiendish. If you can imagine a place where early Moody Blues, David
Bowie, The Residents, The Beatles, Stephen Fearing, “Wish You Were
Here”-era Pink Floyd, and Three Dog Night are having a long
discussion about the inherent darkness in the human soul, you’d be
somewhere in Fiendish’s ballpark. But only somewhere.
The album, for an independent release, is impeccably produced —
it brings the nuances of Phideaux’s music out in spades, to the
point where this is a CD that I consider headphone-listening to be
essential. There are details on listening to this up close and
personal that you miss on a larger system, and they’re what turns
good into great. Sounds phase back and forth between channels,
vocal layers weave around each other — this is truly a sonic
tapestry that comes very, very close to perfection.
There isn’t a bad song on the CD, and in truth I don’t want to
single songs out.
Fiendish is a piece of work by itself; it’s not a mistake
there’s no dead space between tracks. Phideaux takes the normal and
prosaic, and mixes it with ethereal female vocals, harpsichord,
theremin, mellotron, english horn, oboe, autoharp, and something
called ‘funeral water’ and ‘space beeps’ until you are bowled over
by the bewildered brilliance. There are very few things I hear
after five years in this gig that I can honestly call
‘groundbreaking.’
Fiendish is the exception that proves the rule. Get it. Get
it NOW.
For more information, check out
http://www.bloodfish.com.
