Released: 2005, Lion Music
Reviewer: Gabriel C. Zolman
Mike Terrana is a fabulous drummer, and has played with the likes of Rage, Zillion, Axel Rudi Pell, and Yngwie Malmsteen. His resume speaks for itself. But is it possible for a drummer to releasea solo album, and it not be pretentious tripe? If forebearers like Buddy Rich and Bill Ward are to be believed, the answer is a resounding “yes.” Otherwise…score one for Ringo.
Musically, it’s quite a mix. It’s not easy to describe—those who collect the heady Inside-Out Records material will appreciate this more so than say, the casual Metal fan. Mike’s style is not far removed from Mike Portnoy of Dream Theater. There is jazz, salsa, rock, and yes—there is some Metal. There are no vocals (and thankfully, I say); nothing to distract from the endless jam session that will either enrapture the serious music fan (or that serious music fan’s open-minded jazz-loving dad), or irritate the less discerning. It is not an easy ride, but it is a classy, well-constructed one. Let no reviewer say the man does not have talent.
Obviously, the production focuses on the drums—they are the star…every snare, every high-hat, every bass kick, everything is in your face, and often stuck inside your head like the image of your naked mother straddling her flaps astride a desert cactus, while reading Mein Kampf and wearing a hat made of human flesh.
It’s hard to pick a favorite—everything ebbs and flows so well, as to make for one gigantic, consciousness-expanding track. This could merit wider distribution—there really is something for everyone, and it rarely gets dull. Fans of Rage will want to acquire this as a collector’s piece (the disc features guitarist Victor Smolski); otherwise, musicians and Prog fans should go beyond the standard means to pick this up.