This is the instrumental version of Jay Ferguson's AOR theme song from the '80s b-flick Quiet Cool, which I haven't seen, WTF, a part of which ended up on Nightmare On Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors in the VHS-version, which I just watched. It's played at the start, but gets cut off, though not by Freddy Krueger... On the dvd-version, there's more Dokken. The Ferguson track is not on the Freddy 3-soundtrack.
Glenn Branca passed away. Never a big fan, but it's clear from the successes of later genres in '80s rock, that his influence is inescapable. I used to listen to some of the British bands like New Order, Ride and Fields of the Nephilim. They are called "noise rock" ("støjrock") in Denmark, not sure if there is really a term for it. Bowie apparently admired Branca's work, and it's definitely a special form of guitar-based prog, with classical influences. But I'm a King Crimson addict, so I'll never get into that, very much. Branca is only a curiosity to me. Couldn't possibly abide an entire album of that kind of thing, I'd run out of the room.
Jesper Hvid wrote: ↑5 years ago
Fripp tried this sort of thing 10 years earlier on the Islands-album, on the Sailor's Tale, the last few minutes, especially. It's the weakest track on that album (if you disregard the last track which shouldn't even be on there), and Branca was one-dimensional. But essence is essence.
The intro for Night Watch, as it reaches its crescendo, around the 1-1½-minute mark, is a reprise of the Sailor's Tale idea, and Branca doesn't really improve on it, in any way. It does not constitute a genre unto itself, and it was already done by his betters.
King Crimson. Let me know of a better band, if you ever hear one. So far, I cannot name one, try as I might.
Five shades of the Ingemann genius; his hitmaking breakthrough, 2nd one won the Eurovision (non-instrumental, I cheated there), then as a satirist, an interpreter, and eventually, the sad, fading lullaby. He didn't see it coming, never quit, and soldiered on until 2015, when they found him dead in his house, resting with his forehead over his worktop computer, at the age of 89. A brilliant man who lived for his passion: playing his guitar. Unfortunately, he forgot about all the rest this world had to offer.