I just listened to both Phaedra and Rubycon for the first time several days ago, and have played both a number of times since. I had heard good things about this band, and they delivered on some level. But...
Isn't this music the easiest of 'easy listening'? There are beautiful passages, but there is nothing really going on in the music; like a butterfly flitting about, or the sun glistening over a rippling pond on a fall afternoon. Such are the images evoked here, and while these are truly things of pleasure, I cannot help but question if, in some way, this music is something from which I should turn, despite a strange desire to sit and hide in the warm glow of its ambiguity.
Phaedra is very nice once it picks up in the middle, but I can't shake the feeling that this music simply isn't as good as it could be. Phaedra begins with a promise of greatness, but never quite seems to get off its feet. Briefly, nine minutes in, I glimpse the structure of an unknown world; I get the sense that the music could go on forever, and it must, for only through such perpetuity would it achieve its goals. Then it ends, seemingly unresolved. The music remains a snippet, a two-dimensional shade of a some vast and sprawling infinity.
All of this is compounded by the dated aesthetics. That cosmic sense for which I longed-- was that all a farce? Merely a new-agy aspiration? Unfortunately I am left to wonder such things.