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Deep Purple: Rapture of the Deep

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Edeö Records
Released: 2005.11.05
Time:
 55:48
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Michael Bradford
Rating: *******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.deep-purple.com
Appears with: Ritchie Blackmore
Purchase date: 2012
Price in €: 1,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Money Talks (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 5:32
[2] Girls Like That (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 4:02
[3] Wrong Man (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 4:53
[4] Rapture of the Deep (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 5:55
[5] Clearly Quite Absurd (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 5:25
[6] Don't Let Go (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 4:33
[7] Back to Back (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 4:04
[8] Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 4:19
[9] Junkyard Blues (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 5:33
[10] Before Time Began (I.Gillan/S.Morse/R.Glover/D.Airey/I.Paice) - 6:30

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Steve Morse - Guitar
Roger Glover - Bass, Art Direction
Don Airey - Keyboards
Ian Paice - Drums
Ian Gillan - Vocals, Contributor

Michael Bradford - Producer, Engineer
Andy Van Dette - Mastering
Bruce Payne - Personal Manager
Ioannis - Art Direction
Andy VanDette - Master Chorister
Tomi Swick - Original Cover Artwork

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


All tracks recorded at Chunky Style Studios, Los Angeles, CA
Mastered at Masterdisk Studios

The mighty Deep Purple returns with a special edition 2-CD set of their newest studio album Rapture Of The Deep. The Mk 8 lineup of the band features Ian Gillan on vocals, Ian Paice on drums, bassist Roger Glover, guitarist Steve Morse and keyboardist Don Airey. Rapture Of The Deep promises the continued presence of one of history’s biggest bands, now celebrating their 37th year with such tracks as "Back To Back", "Junkyard Blues", "Before Time Began" and "Wrong Man". On the second disc there is a new version of Clearly Quite Absurd, as well as live versions of some of Deep Purple’s biggest hits, such as "Smoke on the Water" and "Highway Star", and two of Rapture of the Deep favorites: "Rapture of the Deep" and "Wrong Man".



Rapture of the Deep is the 18th studio album by English hard rock band Deep Purple, released in November 2005. It is currently the band's most recent studio album. It is the fourth studio album from Deep Purple since Steve Morse joined the band in 1994. It is also the second album to feature veteran keyboardist Don Airey. The album was produced by Mike Bradford, who also produced the band's previous release, Bananas.

Like Bananas, the album generally received positive reviews from critics. Rapture of the Deep is Deep Purple's first release in Europe on the minor label Edel Records, while in the US the record was released by Edel's sub-label Eagle Records. The album peaked on Billboard's USA "Top Independent Albums" Chart at position #43. In the USA, the album sold 2500 copies during the first week. In the UK, the album sold 3500 copies during the first week and 1200 copies during the week after. It also made the top 20 in several European charts. The title track "Rapture of the Deep" was released as a single in 2005.

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Deep Purple's 2005 album Rapture of the Deep generally maintains the quality of 2003's surprisingly sturdy Bananas. It's the second release from the re-energized lineup of vocalist Ian Gillan, guitarist Steve Morse, bass guitarist Roger Glover, drummer Ian Paice, and keyboardist Don Airey, who replaced the retired Jon Lord. The band's comfort level has increased, and after nearly a decade on board, Morse's stamp is all over the place. At first, this guitar genius' presence was noticeable because of what it lacked -- the incredibly distinctive Fender Stratocaster electric guitar tone of Ritchie Blackmore. Thus, sometimes Deep Purple didn't sound like Deep Purple. However, the variety of tones Morse incorporates in his style gives the pioneering heavy metal quintet more sonic weaponry. Airey's long, respectable career as a journeyman keyboardist-for-hire pretty much guaranteed he would largely adopt Lord's organ-based style, at least at first, but he has expanded his sound on Rapture of the Deep, too. "Money Talks," "Girls Like That," and "Wrong Man" ride strong riffs and rhythms into decent grooves. "Rapture of the Deep" floats along on a lightly hypnotic wave. The mature ballad "Clearly Quite Absurd" has a lilting, controlled tempo, and it's the biggest surprise on the album; Gillan's singing is appropriately subdued while Airey's piano supplies the beauty and Morse's gradually ascending riffs toward the end build the tension. "MTV" is a vicious, bile-spewing, all-out attack on how the modern music industry treats classic rock/heritage artists, although in 2005 Deep Purple clearly appeals more to VH1 Classic than MTV. Initially, the song risks biting the hand that feeds by correctly criticizing classic rock radio for not playing new music by veteran artists. The last verse is a cannon blast that pummels clueless, uninformed disc jockeys who, during interviews, butcher artists' names ("Mr. Grover 'n' Mr. Gillian"), get facts wrong (misinterpreting the Frank Zappa-inspired "Smoke on the Water" legend), and avoid in-depth discussion of new music (like Bananas) in order to record more station IDs. Rapture of the Deep - Deep Purple's first album for Eagle Records - misses equaling Bananas by a notch or two, but it's a good example of how many veteran artists still maintain creative vitality.

Bret Adams - All Music Guide



"Purple are sounding astonishingly fresh. The album's standout track, 'Clearly Quite Absurd', is an elegant meditation on love and misunderstanding..."

Mojo (Publisher) (p.110) - 3 stars out of 5



As nice as it would be to be paid royalties forever, thanks to the massive popularity of a small handful of songs, being a classic rock icon does have its drawbacks, especially for those artists who are unwilling to rest on their laurels. If you go see a concert by an aging, well-known rock band, when they play their famous songs, the crowd is excited, but when the inevitable, momentum-crushing phrase of, “We’d like to play something from our new album,” comes up, the folks either sit down and talk or split for the washrooms. Such is the case with Deep Purple, who describe their conundrum in eloquent, dryly funny fashion on “MTV”, from their umpteenth studio album, Rapture of the Deep. Although the hard rock vets continue to work doggedly, putting out records every couple years, they have to deal with the same inane questions time and again (“You musta made a million/ The night that Frank Zappa caught on fire/ Could you tell us all about it?”), and despite getting the odd bone thrown to them by interviewers (“We can speak about [2003 album] Bananas for one second”), they’re often stuck doing the same old promo shtick (“While you’re talking/ Could you do some more of these here ID’s?”). Of course, the band is grateful that “Smoke on the Water” and “Highway Star” continue to air on classic rock radio, but as you hear the band sing semi-sarcastically, “I love you really/ Classic Rock Radio,” their frustration is clear, as they’re busy putting out their best music in some 20 years, and few people care.

No, Deep Purple are no longer sporting the Mark Two lineup of singer Ian Gillan, bassist Roger Glover, guitarist Ritchie Blackmore, Organist John Lord, and drummer Ian Paice (said lineup haven’t been together since 1989), but if you saw the band tearing through their brief set at Toronto’s otherwise woeful Live 8 concert, blowing has-beens Motley Crue and never-weres A Simple Plan off the stage, you wouldn’t know it. With former Kansas/Dixie Dregs guitarist Steve Morse doing an ace Blackmore imitation (sans the attitude), and veteran journeyman keyboardist Don Airey filling in ably for the retired Lord, it was clear the new members have breathed new life into the band (now at Mark Eight, for those keeping score at home). The lineup’s second album, impressively, sounds just as exuberant; so much so, in fact, that it’s the band’s best album since the hugely successful 1984 reunion album Perfect Strangers.

Rapture of the Deep has the quintet sticking to the tried-and-true Deep Purple formula, and nobody pulls off that trademark combination of grooving rhythms, Hammond organ, and sinewy like these guys, a fact driven home on the excellent first four tracks. Opening with an organ solo huge and grandiose enough to make us forget John Lord left the band three years ago, “Money Talks” is built around Glover’s lithe bassline, duplicated effortlessly by Morse and Airey, as Gillan wryly spins a cautionary tale about the lure of wealth, poking fun at himself in the process. While “Girls Like That” has an odd intro and an even stranger, poppy chorus (do we really want to hear these old granddads still singing about leering at girls?), it still has that unmistakable Deep Purple swing, Airey taking center stage during a first-rate solo breakdown. “Wrong Man”, on the other hand, sounds huge, those unmistakable, crunching, distorted organ chords chugging away, as Gillan delivers a powerful, ageless vocal performance, proving once again why he’s one of the most resilient rock singers of all time. And who needs Blackmore, when you’ve got Morse letting loose the serpentine riffs on the cryptic mini-epic “Rapture of the Deep”? “Wrong Man” might be the instant grabber, but the title track revisits the band’s more progressive moments from the past, and it’s done so well, we end up wishing they did more of that on the record.

The rest of the album cruises along confidently, pausing for a token ballad that sounds decent, albeit unnecessary (“Clearly Quite Absurd”), and highlighted by Morse’s riffs on the heavy blues rocker “Back to Back” and the spry “MTV”, but thankfully, the band returns to similar adventurous sounds as the ambitious title track on “Before Time Began”, in fact, topping the earlier song with a decidedly moody, darkly beautiful performance that gradually builds in momentum before taking off two and a half minutes in, as the band heads into that heady, progressive territory again.

If there’s one big problem with the album, it’s in Michael Bradford’s production, which has the notoriously formidable rhythm section of Glover and Paice sounding surprisingly limp. We all know how muscular the duo can sound, but here, the recording lacks punch. The beats by the venerable Paice especially sound too soft, the garage rock production not doing the man justice whatsoever. We need the drums on a Deep Purple album to sound huge, and Bradford’s mix is less than satisfactory.

However, the songwriting and individual performances on Rapture of the Deep are good enough to make up for the pedestrian recording Classic rock radio might ignore this CD, but that’s no reason for savvy audiences to do the same. If you find yourself at a Deep Purple concert in the near future, when you hear the collective sigh by the audience when the band pulls out the new material, sit tight and give the music some attention. You might be pleasantly surprised.

Adrien Begrand - 20 December 2005
PopMatters Contributing Editor



Deep Purple is one of those rare few bands that have been chugging along, more or less steadily, for the better part of 40 years. Except for a hiatus between 1976 and 1984, the band that was originally known as Roundabout when it was formed in 1967 has continued to crank out albums (36 in all, not counting “Greatest Hits” compilations) and tour in workmanlike fashion.

Dave White - About.com Guide
 

 L y r i c s


Money Talks

I was young and healthy
Extremely wealthy
I swung in the trees
And did as I pleased
I thought I was rich
Oh yeah
Such sweet seduction
I could feel the suction
Greasing my palm
And doing no harm
Just making some deals
What a bitch

Money talks to me
Whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want

I had rising stock
So I got more pockets
I knew somewhere to stick it
Where no-one would nick it
I kinda went private
And then, aha
Such sweet seclusion
No more intrusion
Too much food on my plate
But there's guards at the gate
Such joy
I could almost die of it

Money talks to me
Lays it on the line
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want

Money goes to money
Yes it always returns
Finds its way back to the big house
Where it lives all alone
Wraithlike silent partners
Operators of the system
Give words of quiet assurance
To an otherwise healthy victim

It's all coming back to me
I would swing in the trees
And I'd swim in the ocean
I used to show some emotion

I was not to blame
I feel no shame
The structure was shaking
Was there for the taking
I had the resources
But then, oh no
Someone outbid me
I can't take it with me?
Then I will devour it
I can't go without it
It's simply a question of
Market forces

Money talks to me
Whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want
Money talks to me
Laughs right in my face
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want


Girls Like That

I'm in a bad spot, babe
I can't hear what you say
I'd love to stop and talk
You keep fading away

Just the way she said it
Something in her tone
And always so convincing
But she's good on the phone

I'll wait until she's ready
That could be a while
She always takes her time
Then she turns up in style

Something not right
Didn't recognize the car
Women being what they are

There is no sense of reason
In a reasonable world
Makes any sense at all
To a reasonable girl

She said : You know what i mean
But I couldn't understand
Didn't know what she meant
I'm a reasonable man

It wasn't meant that way
I was only having fun
She looked me in the eye
But the damage was done

I got the vague impression
She was under my thumb
But I looked the other way
And I had to succumb

Girls like that
I want girls like that
Girls like that
I like girls like that

Girls like that
I know girls like that
Girls like that
I like girls like that


Wrong man

I wasn't in the room when the action was going down
I may have been there once but at the time I was out of town
I'm seeing strange fruit, they're saving off with his head
One way or another I'll end up dead

You got the wrong man
You don't understand
You got the wrong man
You got the wrong man
I do what I can

I plead not guilty to the charges you've laid out on your desk
l know what you're thinking 'Oh yes - this is a DSF'
I think I'm prime ministerial material but I can't lie to you
So I'm out of the running
But from here in my cell I imagine
Wouldn't that be something

You got the wrong man
You don't understand
You got the wrong man
You got the wrong man
I do what I can


Rapture of the Deep

I told you once about a place
That I had accidentally
Stumbled upon
Can you imagine how it feels
To find somewhere
That you can do no wrong
But it's alright
You're safe in my hands

I'll meet you in the sky tonight
And we will trace
Some undiscovered stars
We'll go beyond the universe
Beyond all understanding
Hey, it's not that far
But it's alright
I feel safe in your hands

I can't stand living this way
Getting by from day to day
I'm drinking from your loving cup
I told you things were looking up
Oh oh oh so good
Oh it feels so good

We're all the same but then again
We're all quite different
In our own peculiar ways
We've come so far
And now we're going
Through another phase
But it's alright
We made it so far

I can't stand living this way
Getting by from day to day
I'm drinking from your loving cup
Told you things were looking up

As we all know it's hard to breathe
When something spiritual
Has taken place
We don't know how we don't know why
We've been transformed
Into a state of grace
But it's alright
We walk in our sleep
Yes it's alright
This is rapture of the deep


Clearly Quite Absurd

After all we said today
The strangest thought occurred
I feel I ought to tell you
But it's clearly quite absurd
Wouldn't it be wonderful
If you could read my mind
Imagine all the stuff
That we could leave behind
How many words you waste
Before you're understood
Or simply sow some seeds
You'd do it if you could
Let me take a moment
Of your time
Inside you mind

I know what you're thinking
But I don't know what to say
The turmoil and the conflict
You don't have to feel that way
Look into my eyes
And feel my hand upon your heart
Holding us together
Not tearing us apart
How many words we waste
To justify a crime
Compare it to an act of love
That really takes no time
Why not take a moment
Of your time
Inside your mind


Don't Let Go

I get lost on a regular basis
I'm not alone I see the same old faces
Back on the road it's a worthy opponent
I get home in the heat of the moment

What's that stuff always rise to the surface
College cream, it always emerges
Be what you are I tell myself
And myself tells me we can't be anybody else

You always sleep with a smile on your face
Much as I want to put myself in your place
Not my business I've got dreams of my own
I try to recall but when I wake up it's gone

Don't let go of that image
You'll never see it again

I can hear voices they're buzzing in my head
Eyebrows raised was it something I said
A long hot night, it crept in like a thief
The engine stopped, the seatbelt popped
And her jaw dropped in disbelief

Don't let go of that beast
You'll never see it again

Don't let go of that whisky bottle
You'll never see it again


Back to Back

i read in the news that the average man
is uplifted five times a day
i'm confused, i have to confess
my feeling never goes away

i know it's right, they asked the average man
in a survey across the nation
i can't understand how the average man
keeps losing his concentration

oh you gotta use it
oh you gonna lose it

i'm just begun when you're all done
i see you running down the road
can't hear a thing my mind is blasted
any my head is about to explode

feeling the pain, just more of the same
as we're rolling through the night
going so fast we're sure to nit the next down
before the last one's out of sight

oh you gotta use it
oh you gonna lose it

back to back, one on one
shake it up, move it on
back to back, one on one
you got to turn it up, hold it down

back to back, one on one
shake it up, move it on
back to back, one on one
you got to turn it up, hold it down

oh you gotta use it
oh you gonna lose it


Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

I threw a rock in the lake and it sank to the bottom
The waves spread out but the rock got forgotten

The ripples came back as we all feared
Looking for the rock but the hole disappeared

It's somewhere in the middle, some way down
The last guy that went looking almost certainly drowned

He ran out of time
He can kiss tomorrow goodbye

Yes, I piss in the water and burn down the trees
Watch as the creatures fall to their kness

They ain't got a clue as disaster looms
Too busy choking on toxic fumes

They got no hope and there's no point running
No matter what they do, I keep on coming, yes I do

They ran out of time
They can kiss tomorrow goodbye

Put it out of your mind
Kiss tomorrow goodbye

I did a bad thing, I did a bad thing
I did a bad thing, did a bad thing

Did a bad thing, I did a bad thing
I was so bad, oh so bad

Well, hallelujah and holy mackerel
All we got left is a thief and a jackal

The writing is big and it's there on the wall
How the migty empires fall

There's nothing to fix, it's much too late
Sit down and prepare to meet your fate

You have run out of time
You can kiss tomorrow goodbye

Put it out of your mind
kiss tomorrow goodbye


MTV

I was driving through the night
Into an endless tunnel of fog
When it dawned on me something was wrong
I was in a trance, hypnotized

Bored beyond belief, I was listening to the same old song
I know every lick, every word every nuance
I'm on first name terms with the crew
But I'd better get used to this poop du jour
Sure as hell they won't play anything new

Oh yes, I love you really
Classic Rock Radio
Oh, my dear it's time for bed
Time for you to go
Everyone is asleep

The pirates took to the water stole the charts
But sadly that didn't go down well with those upstairs
Who require loyalty, the establishment considered
That the uncontrolled appreciation of music

Was a danger to royalty, the mighty empire roared
As Cash 'n' Everitt on the high seas
Looked like they'd get blown out of the water
They did of course eventually come ashore
As meek as mice or to be more accurate as lambs to the slaughter

Oh yes, I love you really
I stand to attention
Oh, Fanny, I love you dearly
Something else I should mention?
You sweet thing

Let's not talk about MTV
I don't even want to start
I want to take a look at Classic Rock Radio
We're talking about the state of the art

Mr Grover 'n' Mr Gillian
You musta made a million
The night that Frank Zappa caught on fire
Could you tell us all about it

Keep it short and use my version
Or everyone out there'll think I'm a liar
We can speak about bananas for one second

Just because I understand
You have to get them off your chest
But in the meantime while you're talking
Could you do some more of these here ID's
And then this station might maintain some interest

Oh yes, I love you dearly
But why do you exist?
Oh yes, I love you really
Is there something that I missed?


Junkyard Blues

Broken down relations, beaten up guitars
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars
Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst
Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks

Junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone
Always remind me of home

One of a dozen covered with stains
Blistered and stinking was all that remained
Cannibalised machines, mysterious bones
Unwanted contents of anonymous homes

Thos junkyard blues sound familiar
Take me back
Always remind me of home

Mangy old dog scratching in the dust
Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust
All this stuff was good for something
But here it is now, good for nothing

Junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone
Always remind me of home


Before Time Began

The daylight fades and the stars come out
But there's never much to talk about
Another day goes rushing by
And here we are just wondering why

We have to belong
With a sense of purpose
That's all we need
Without them we're worthless

Ah, we've come so far but then again
All we see is more of the same
It's getting crowded here, we agree no doubt
oh dear brother, what's it all about ?

Hey you, over there
Why don't you throw down your spear ?
We all need some help right now
Now where are we going from here ?

Way things are working out
Won't be too long before we have to move
Better start thinking about it
While there's still time to choose

Every day of my life I discover
Someone murdering my sister and brothers
In the name of some god or another
What do you know ?

Every day of my life I discover
Someone murdering my sisters and brothers
In the name of some god or another

For the first preciousfew, it's time to go
What might have been, you'll never know
All those bad ideas became the law
Oh yes, we've forgotten what we're looking for

All of you angels, it's time to gather your wings
Leave it all behind, you won't need any of those things
We're going on through the darkness, hand in hand
To step into the future, before time began

And for those who remain with your chosen gods
May your prayers be answered
 

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