A Nearfest 2000 Review

The 2nd annual North East Art Rock Festival (Nearfest) added a third day this year, with France's Priam and the return of Echolyn capping off the 12 band event. For the uninitiated, Nearfest was started as a means for fans of progressive music, which is currently experiencing an unexpected resurgence in the US (due in large part to events like these), to have access to bands that can often only be seen in Europe and South America, or cannot find appropriate venues in the States. While bands like Marillion, Yes, Dream Theater, Kansas and others have continued to find marginal success Stateside, it is really their overseas (and Japanese) following that has kept them afloat. Seeing the Zoellner Arts Center, which holds over 1000 people, packed to capacity for two days raises an eyebrow, that perhaps there is something larger behind this after all.

France's Priam kicked off the Friday night event (held at the oppressive Crocodile Rock Cafe in Allentown) with a very solid set of instrumental acrobatics. Bordering on pretension (but let's be honest, the entire movement borders on pretension), they were grounded by the fusion of guitarist Chis Casagrande and keyboardist Laurent Lacombe-Columb. After two encores, the excitement began to peak with the return of Echolyn. After a five year absence, one of the only progressive bands in the last decade to ink a major label contract was back with their strongest material. The aptly named Cowboy Poems Free was the source of about half the band's 90 minute set, and served as a powerful return to form for a group that the prog community had largely written off. The new influences acquired by the band in their hiatus were evident as strengths- the acoustic side of Brett Kull was in full form, replete with a little country twang that would heretofore have been considered prog heresy. Co-vocalist Ray Weston sang with cathartic abandon throughout the night, as if exorcising the ghosts of the last half decade. Despite the overbearing heat of the venue, the overcrowded and poorly designed room, the band's energy and the inexpensive beer combined to make an uplifting experience of it all.


Never before have two venues been as diametrically opposed as The Crocodile Rock Cafe and the Zoellner Arts Center. The latter was a beautiful, well-cooled, acoustically perfect, elegantly-designed venue that served to force one to focus on the music in front of them. There is literally not one bad seat in the house. Pennsylvania's own North Star kicked off the weekend with their first show in 17 years. It was a powerful, rousing set, led by the imposing Joe Newnam whose voice seemed like a powerful evolution from Genesis-era Peter Gabriel with a touch of Gentle Giant. Their intricate songs were evident, especially in keyboardist Kevin Leonard's neo-classical arrangements. All in all I was impressed that the promoters could start such a long event with such strength. Italy's DFA did not let up. Playing a genre-bending set that ranged from almost Prog-metal to fusion to Robert Fripp-tinged guitar acrobatics, there were many who found DFA to be the most impressive act of the day. With the exception of the unexpected arrival of Il Balletto Di Brozno vocalist Gianni Leone, who burst in dressed like a twirling genie and threw the entire set into creative disarray, I would concur that DFA rocked. Iluvatar, who are somehow from Baltimore, but sound every bit like a classic European prog act, followed. They played a very solid set that drew from their four CDs but surpassed them in terms of effectiveness. Vocalist Glenn McLaughlin has a classic prog voice, and serves as powerful frontman for this class act. Sweden's Anekdoten followed, and for me this was the highlight of the entire event. If King Crimson had taken Red and evolved from there, tossed a little cello and keyboard into the mix and stepped back from the microphone, one would have arrived at Anekdoten. Their set was note perfect, with Nicklas Berg simply shredding on guitar, and drummer Peter Nordins, bassist Jan Erik Lifestrom and cello/keyboardist Anna Sofi Dahlberg cranking like a careening machine. They were truly something to behold. Headliner Happy the Man followed, playing only their second show in twenty years. They were a huge hit with the crowd, many who had come expressly to see this reunion of prog giants, who had in large part reformed specifically due to the inertia of the Nearfest promoters. I have to admit not being familiar with the material, but they looked and sounded great, and their set made it clear that they have been the influence for a lots of the sounds that were bouncing around Zoellner that weekend. For many attending the event, Happy the Man were the obvious high point.




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The Sunday show kicked off with as much strength as Saturday. Relative unknown Nexus, from Argentina, throttled the still groggy house with a level of energy and intensity that was not matched by any of the Nearfest bands. Alternating between powerful instrumental runs grounded by guitarist Carlos Lucena and the pounding madness of drummer Luis Nakamura, and the arrival of the seductive and somewhat enigmatic vocalist Mariela Gonzalez, Nexus spent little time getting the crowd out of their Sunday morning cobwebs and onto their feet. Nexus brought a ton of CDs with them from Argentina and left empty-handed. Nuff said. Thinking Plague followed and, more than any other act, polarized the audience. Their Henry Cow meets Pearl Jam by way of Frank Zappa style of non-linear musicianship alternately sent people running for the CD vendors or the exits. For the most part, people seemed to really appreciate the set, and though it was certainly well-delivered, it was the furthest from the classical expectation of a prog band, and some of the purists couldn't deal. This was followed by another headfake, the arrival of Italy's flamboyant Il Balletto Di Brozno. To be honest, only frontman Gianni Leone was solely flamboyant, with bassist Alessandro Corsi and the spectacular drumming of Riccardo Spilli providing a solid structure to Leone's hyper-dramatic theatrics. There were moments of clarity but, for me, the plot was lost somewhere in the delivery. Leone's solo piano ballad "Love In The Kitchen" bordered on being ludicrous, the Spinal Tap delivery of a Richard Marx sentiment. Par Lindh Project got me back in the game, a wonderful melange of Emerson-style keyboards by Par Lindh himself, supported by the impressive vocals of Magdelena Hagberg (much improved from her studio efforts), the lightspeed hands of drummer Nisse Bielfeld, and the twin guitar attack of brothers William and Joseph Kopecky. Keeping a very nice mix of energetic crowd-pleasers and instrumental impressions, Par Lindh was the perfect penultimate act. Transatlantic, the festival headliners, were likely the most anticipated band for most of those attending. A prog "supergroup," the band consists of Spock's Beard vocalist Neal Morse, Dream Theater drummer Mike Portnoy, Marillion bassist Pete Trewavas and Flower Kings vocalist/ guitarist Roine Stolt. This was their first show ever. It kinda showed. But in the end, it didn't matter. Marred by technical problems, timing problems, dead batteries, forgotten lyrics and other debacles that threatened the set, in the end the bands energy, especially the positive focus of vocalist Neal Morse that managed to win the day and the crowd. They delivered a dream set that included the entirely of Transatlantic's SMPTe debut as well as tracks from each of the band's respective full-time bands, and a show stealing cover of Genesis' Firth of Fifth and Watcher of the Skies. It was an inspiring two hours, warts and all.

I can't say enough good about the event and everything that went into creating it. It's amazing when an event can spawn a community, and that is clearly what is happening here. There were mumblings of Camel and Porcupine Tree for next year's Nearfest, and one gets the feeling that promoters Chad Hutchinson and Rob LaDuca will once again try to outdo themselves, conjuring more Phoenix from the ashes, and perhaps even bringing an entire genre of music back from a rumored death.


festival founders Chad Hutchinson and Rob LaDuca

 


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