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Starcastle - Citadel

A while back on a SAGA page someone posted a picture of a ticket stub with the name Starcastle crossed out, and SAGA written in pen. I don't know why this stuck in my memory, but it did. One day I was looking through the clearance section at an old video store that had recently added a record section and I found a couple cool looking albums. Among them was this Starcastle album featuring a great cover (with the Hildebrandt signature I'm going to assume this was done by the brothers. I'll look it up later*) right off a pulpy science fiction paperback. There was Roy Thomas Baker's name in the production credits, so if nothing else there was some muscle behind it and someone at Epic believed in the band. 

The back cover shows six rather dashing and very serious looking fellows, two of whom had fine moustaches, and the guy in the back row far left could have been the inspiration for Michael Sadler's (lead singer from SAGA) epic 'stache from the '70s. 

I was pretty stoked to be honest as this was a band I'd never heard of, and I'd be coming in fresh. I figured this would be a prog rock album, and dropping the needle the first song confirmed that I was going to be in for a rather grand over the top display of mid '70s musical pomp and excess. First thing I should point out is I am not a progressive rock aficionado, but I have over the years picked up quite a bit of stuff that would qualify as prog. The second thing is that while I may not have a deep knowledge of prog I know what I like, and so far I'm liking this. 

Musically this was pretty interesting stuff and very much what I was expecting for mid '70s prog. Meaning it's got all the great prog ingredients: spacey keyboards and finger dexterity wizardry (oh there were cheesy sounds too, but this wasn't something limited to Starcastle), a lead bass player who used all four strings, two guitar players and a drummer who thankfully avoided overplaying but serviced the songs - which meant he was plenty busy but wasn't stuck doing a four on floor or a shuffle. What I wasn't expecting were the Crosby Stills and Nash supercharged harmonies. I guess if you wanted you could say there are hints of Jon Anderson as well, but I wouldn't draw out the comparison to Yes, but I suppose they're there if that's what you want to use a reference point. 

Sure this is prog, but not having to be stuck listening to a whole side dedicated to single track is a positive for me. Of the eight songs here half are under five minutes, and "Can't Think Twice" is actually under four - and may have been their shot at radio. It's a decent song, and may have seen FM play for all I know. Regardless, I guess this caught me in a good mood, as having played this through a couple of times I've really enjoyed the album.

Looking up the band it was a surprise to see they were from Champaign, Illinois, and I'd actually seen Terry Luttrell's name before as he produced Screams debut album in 1979. I had no idea Illinois was such a hotbed for rock. I just figured Styx and Cheap Trick was it. Now I find out that even REO Speedwagon was from Illinois, and Terry was their original singer and when he left for Starcastle he was replaced by Kevin Cronin. Goodness there's a lot of stuff on the internet.

Back in a moment, I'm just going to flip it over and play it again. 

Oh man, the keyboard part to "Evening Wind" just came on and I thought for a second, "Hey, that sounds like something by Head East." Hey, weren't they from Illinois too?

Dang, maybe there was something in the water.

*Yes, one and the same.

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