Laternal

This is not much more than a place to share some of my music. On the public web, yes, but with close to zero PR. If you made it here. Well done!

Laternal is Brennan Young and friends, some of which may be fictional and/or pseudonymous.

All tracks have working titles, which may change.

All are composed arranged and 'performed' by Brennan Young, unless otherwise indicated. All are unfinished.

If it helps, appropriate genres to describe this music might be

• progressive rock
• psychedelic rock
• art rock
• power pop

Any of the above may be quite misleading, or even false. I hope you will not be appalled.

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The music

• Chambers of Ham

  This started life as a Peter Hammill / Van Der Graaf Generator pastiche, which was exhumed after being steeped in the first few Robbie Williams solo albums. Blown away by the songwriting skills of Guy Chambers, I pulled out all the cheeky, shreiking nods to Dave Jackson, and let it float on a lush, lazy pillow. Or something. I can write better copy than this on a good day.

  If you are clever you can now work out where the song title came from

• Glory Comb

  This is a song about a worker bee who only wants recognition from her queen, not for hard work, nor for effort, no no. She takes pride in locating luscious flowers, and dancing about them. She wants the glory due to a fabulous dancer who enriches her community.

  Was originally rehearsed by my short-lived and abortive prog rock band, Pollen, in the early 1990s. The arrangement is much newer, making it almost unrecognisable. But that is just ancient history. Bzzzz.

• Magnus

  This piece has so far resisted at least three attempts to find a theme, or story, and has at least two sets of unsuable, derivative, embarassing lyrics.

  Also rehearsed by Pollen, in the early 1990s, but the song has been radically altered in both form and arrangement.

• Weissbein

  Exorcising the huge influence that Kurt Weill and Hans Eisler have had on me. They proved it's possible to make avant garde music accessible, and with a political message.

  I know the arrangment needs some work but I am very proud of the wacky middle section. Stick it out until then, at least.

  Title is an in-joke that will be scarcely understood by anyone who didn't go to school with me.

  Let nothing be called natural in an age of bloody confusion - Bert Brecht

• Whistleblower

  A relatively new composition (2015) inspired by the more melancholy and 'serious' spy thriller movies and tv shows of the 1960s. Arrived in a flash of inspiration, perhaps beamed from an electric radiation device controlled by GHCQ. Put on your tinfoil hat.

• White Lies

  Another exorcism. This time it's Brian Wilson (circa 1966) that had to be got out of my system.