{"product_id":"de-loused-in-the-comatorium","title":"De-Loused in the Comatorium","description":"\u003cp\u003eOn \u003ci\u003eDe-loused in the Comatorium\u003c\/i\u003e, the Mars Volta approach rock \u0026amp; roll like it's an ascetic discipline, a calling that comes with lyric sheets as dense and impenetrable as the Kabbalah and a ritual of worship that's dervish-like in its intensity. Formed by vocalist Cedric Bixler and guitarist Omar Rodriguez after the split of their former band--Texan hardcore legends \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/exec\/obidos\/artist-search\/At%20Drive%20In\/%24%7B0%7D\"\u003eAt the Drive-In\u003c\/a\u003e, who splintered acrimoniously in 2001--the Volta are an unashamedly progressive outfit, dealing in grandiose arrangements that come on like \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/exec\/obidos\/artist-search\/Led%20Zeppelin\/%24%7B0%7D\"\u003eLed Zeppelin\u003c\/a\u003e fired through Saturn's rings. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou can still hear many of ATDI's hallmarks inside the spasmodic dynamics of \"Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt\" and \"Eriatarka\"--it's just now they're immeasurably more complex, governed by time signatures responsible only to some alien logic, and cast out on ever more remote waves of mind-bending conceptual fantasy. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBixler's serrated howl has mellowed somewhat, veering here from tender croon to shrill falsetto. And interestingly, Flea guests here, although you wouldn't know it: his brooding basslines bear nothing of the slap-happy funk he displays in the \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/exec\/obidos\/artist-search\/Red%20Hot%20Peppers\/%24%7B0%7D\"\u003eRed Hot Chilli Peppers\u003c\/a\u003e. But ironically, the most startling contribution comes from the band's late sound manipulator Jeremy Ward, who passed away after a heroin overdose on the eve of this album's release. His dubby ambient fills unfurl in the valleys between each jagged instrumental peak, lending a truly otherworldly feel to proceedings. A morbid legacy, but thankfully, far from this album's only selling point: \u003ci\u003eDe-loused in the Comatorium\u003c\/i\u003e is the rare prog-rock landmark that prizes punk passion over meandering pretension.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"No Label","offers":[{"title":"CD","offer_id":50480854892875,"sku":"1006589","price":5.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0867\/1120\/6219\/files\/3e58ccb7-616c-4609-be00-5c03ab679b29_thumbnail_4096.jpg?v=1727528615","url":"https:\/\/shop.roughtrade.com\/products\/de-loused-in-the-comatorium","provider":"Rough Trade","version":"1.0","type":"link"}