I want you to hear introduction of "Moving To The Country" which is the opening tune of this album. This thick beautiful melody of Twin lead guitar sound me as if it had declared that EPITAPH made an excellent piece of music one after another after this activitys.
And next tune, "Visions" is an excellent piece of music too. The whispers-sound of the merotoron which flows calmly behind voice is the sound which cannot be heard if it is not in this 1970's music scene.
The sound of EPITAPH is peculiar to such a European band charm truly.
Cliff Jackson (lead guitar, acoustic guitar, vocals)
Klaus Walz (lead guitar)
Bernd Kolbe (bass, vocals)
Achim Wielert (drums, percussion)
1 Moving to the Country Epitaph 5:14
2 Visions Epitaph 5:26
3 Hopelessly Epitaph 8:16
4 Little Maggie Epitaph 8:35
5 Early Morning Epitaph 10:04
6 London Town Girl [*] Epitaph 3:28
7 Autumn [*] Epitaph 4:29
8 Are You Ready [*] Epitaph 4:28
9 I'm Trying [*] Epitaph 5:33
Had to do some research on these guys as the cd strangely doesn’t disclose a record label or release date. Good thing I did, ‘cause what I thought was a one-off band actually exploded with around nine more slabs after this and still gig in their home country of Germany. Formerly known as the Red Roosters in quintet mode, the band made the surefooted moniker change before inking a deal with Polydor in 1970 (then again, if The Groundhogs can semi-make it…) .
In many circles, Epitaph are considered a hard rock band, but according to the mold of their debut, this quartet really only orbit the hard rock realm. In fact, the ratio of fist-clenching parts to tearjerkers is decidedly lopsided to the latter. At least three of these five durably lengthy tracks linger in melancholy, but this depressive resonance is sandwiched between two that can raise a flag to rock. Thankfully, the hardness in those two tracks is nowhere near the rock sound roaming Bob Seger-land.
Opener “Moving to the Country” comes close to full bore with seething solos and a fluently riding gait that will settle your butt into a seat in good-sound anticipation. Characteristically, a molten song is followed by a breather, and “Vision” is that string-laden, ghostly-voiced shimmer that can envelope you like lukewarm bathwater. There are times when this casts shadows of the great Captain Beyond (pacing…damn, “Hopelessly” sounds quite a bit like???…more pacing, rubbing forehead) which is (the song) a rather interdimensional, psychy musical ramble that doesn’t disappoint. At other moments it’s like a more mobile and jamming CS&N (“Little Maggie”) with that tidbit country echo. The final cut, “Early Morning”, continues like the drizzly musical grassland that is “Little Maggie” to a gradually building (have to be patient for this nearly ten-minute opus) rolling plains and then to rocky mountainous regions donkeys would avoid like the whip.
While the terrain analogies are nice, Epitaph’s debut is actually a fissure of musical style, more than just a crack in the rock mold, and travels the mood spectrum of light to dark. More realistically, it’s an aural portrait of the depressed spirit and mind; the abysmal ditch of depression, a stranger only to the youngest of us, that must be clawed from before the regaining of our rightful selves. Possibly that is what Epitaph attempted in their song placement here. Maybe I just read to many ‘psychology in music’ books. Either way, I found this fairly enjoyable.
Rip from CD 256@ (full artwork included)