Review: Here Lies Man – No Ground to Walk Upon

Marcos Garcia, the founder / vocalist / guitarist / multi-instrumentalist of Here Lies Man says his band is “…very conscious of how the rhythms service the riffs.”  That principle is indeed the driving force the HLM’s new album – No Ground to Walk Upon.

The album opens with the fuzzy, funky “Clad in Silver,” which has Garcia singing spiritual lyrics over a groove that might induce a trance in you (so be careful if you’re operating heavy machinery while listening, especially to the last third of it).  “Swinging from the Trees” has wicked hand percussion throughout it, taking lead even from the strong bass riffs and 1970’s action movie guitars.

“Long Legs (Look Away)” immediately makes you feel like a bad ass in one of those above-mentioned action movies.  The groove is inescapable and will have you feeling invincible.  The drum work on “Washing Bones” is just as good, with a harder rock feel than previous tracks.

The Santana influences on “Get Ahold of Yourself” cannot be denied.  Listen to those congas and “no need to rush” guitar licks if you don’t believe me.  “Iron Rattles” rattles and rolls with a spooky feel to it that curls up next to you in the dark.  The album ends with “Man Falls Down,” the title of which reflects a common theme in HLM’s work – nature will always win.  Man can strut around all he likes, but in the end, nature will have the final say.  Man falls down, gets up, continues on, but nature always waits to reclaim us.

Every song on this album ends by drifting into instrumental experiments, and the last one sends us away wondering what’s to come next from Here Lies Man, and for us all.  There is no ground to walk upon when we are floating in a dream or away from our corporeal bodies through meditation or, yes, death.  Nature is nothing to fear, as are death, truth, and disillusionment.  This album reminds us of that.

Keep your mind open.

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Nik Havert

I've been a music fan since my parents gave me a record player for Christmas when I was still in grade school. The first record I remember owning was "Sesame Street Disco." I've been a professional writer since 2004, but writing long before that. My first published work was in a middle school literary magazine and was a story about a zoo in which the animals could talk.

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