In a time not so long ago when Rock was "classic," the standards for musicianship in Rock were higher than they are today. Vocal harmonies were lush; instrumental solos told rich, melodic tales; lyrics were profound and romantic, or playful and bombastic, but either way they were poetry. In the '80s, the advent of the digital era allowed the music industry to flood with processed rhythms and armchair producers. By the early '90s, the people's cry to get back to basics brought us an era of garage-style grunge and post-punk pop that yielded some bright stars, but sadly became a caricature of itself almost overnight. And then, things got worse.
Where now are the artisans, the craftsmen, the orchestrators who would weave tapestries of tones on looms of grooves? For this is what the ear is craving. This is Color Phobos. Only music can save us now.
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