Being prolific is one thing, but being prolific and having the ability to create high quality music is an entirely different animal altogether. However, Jeremy Morris is blessed with both attributes. Not only does the Portage, Michigan-based singer, songwriter and maestro of mobs of instruments, release several records a year, but he also has the talent and insight to match.
And that leads us to Jeremy’s latest album, Searching For The Son (MALS LTD), which examines him seeking, embracing and praising the Lord. But one need not practice any particular spiritual philosophy to appreciate and understand the disc, as the lyrics are rather subtle and avoid preaching. Strictly Jeremy’s own personal journey, Searching For The Son aims to emphasis the music rather than the lyrics.
The title track of the album crunches and swirls to a hard rocking psychedelic salted tenor, laced with a chorus of sizzling horn work, courtesy of Jeremy’s father Bill Morris. Further joining Jeremy on the record are Jon Dawson from Third Of Never, Vallery Vorobjoy, Albert Khalmurzayey, Vitaly Menshikov and John “Rabbit” Bundrick, whose credits include the Who, Free, Johnny Nash, Roger Waters and Mick Jagger, to cite just a sprinkling of folks.
Epic progressive rock exercises, summoning aural visions of Yes, Kings X, the Moody Blues, Rush and Pink Floyd, complete the remainder of the disc. Space-age synthesizer fills regularly materialize throughout the sojourn, while the guitars, bass and drums communicate in stunning unison. As well, Jeremy’s harmonious Beatlesque, Badfinger-ish vocals, supplanted by detailed melodies, tempers the experimental grooves with a nice pop sheen. Spiced with swinging jazz rhythms, “Wings Of The Mind” plugs in as a glittering gem on Searching For The Son, along with the catchy “Future Flight,” the hypnotic buzz of “On A Cherub” and “Sonic Dances,” a divine display of raga rock-styled beauty.
“All my life searching for the answer, they laugh at me like some cosmic dancer, all my life searching for the answer, they laugh at me like some sad romancer,” proclaims Jeremy on “Searching For The Son.” My response to that is good for Jeremy and too bad for the distractors. A love so pure, a hunger so honest and the desire to make music simply for the sake of making music is a rarity in this day.
Ranging from mellow moods to rocking beats, Searching For The Son is rigged with ravishing contours and imaginative arrangements geared to alter the senses in a most positive manner. Revelations abound!
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