“The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science.”
A thousand years of sweat and toil, crushed into just eighteen months of preparation. Pain, the blood of the work, the stain of the art.
In Agony begun, now…
Six young men discuss their futures, plan their careers upon a cornerstone composed of dreams. A fantasy that is fuelled by ego – we cannot fail.
Every sacred pound and holy penny had been offered forth. Every conceivable moment had been dedicated to getting this far. A myriad brain cells on fire, each exploding into inspiration ray – piercing the soul. Jarring melodies, clashing rhythms, dark lyrics, searing backdrop lightshow. All ready.
The band was complete, though their skill was (as yet) untested in the public arena. Keyboard, guitar, violin, drums, vox; and songs to sing, a message to deliver.
To be thrown, with passion, at an unsuspecting, adoring world.
The emergence of Electric Masquerade.
Prog. Rock of the nineties.
Soon… the shroud shall be lifted and the corpse seen to become alive.
“…In two weeks at the Raven Bar; if we go down well the man says every week…
“…we’ll start with ‘Hunter of the Dark’.”
© 1990 & 2006 Andrew M Boylan