And upon the Great Schism, they were polarized. As
Sparta moved determinedly toward marketability, their brothers in
the Mars Volta moved decidedly away from it. Not surprising, given the motives that exploded
At the Drive-In. But as
Wiretap Scars proved,
Sparta's discovery of a viable alt metal niche didn't cost them their caustic intellectualism. Quite the opposite -- it focused the flame. In turn,
Porcelain shatters the notion that musical thoughtfulness needs to include weeping and flügelhorns, or for that matter jarring time shifts and whispers to a scream. These elements appear in their own way throughout --
Jim Ward,
Tony Hajjar, Paul Hinojos, and Matt Miller make some momentous noise, and
Ward's odd timbre bleeds sincerity. But -- amazingly, 'cause they're on Geffen -- their fibrous grooves, dense watercolors, and peels of shattering guitar arrive unencumbered by label-side meddling, or even the unspoken demands of a cliquey music-fan nation.
Porcelain is pure consciousness raising, at once its own powerful statement and a directive straight from the
Sparta brain trust to seek out
Quicksand and
Shudder to Think, to find the soul of
Braid, and not just nod heads to its followers. This isn't an indictment of the emo or post-hardcore establishments. But there's just no getting around how much stronger
Sparta are than so many of their peers. "End Moraine" teeters on a wire between its tense, busy guitar line and muscular rhythm section as
Ward wails himself raw about historical revisionism (Whose? The country's? The band's own? Unclear.) "Guns of Memorial Park" and "Hiss the Villain" fill their multiple angles with roars worthy of
Ian MacKaye and intercut strata of angular lead guitar; it's a framework that continues throughout
Porcelain, though it never grows tiresome thanks to an ear for pace and meticulous variation. "Lines in the Sand" flattens those arcs and spikes into a gentle slope, and its faraway strings work effectively as valid supporters, not vanity add-ons. "Death in the Family" suggests the martial passion of vintage
U2 before fading into the instrumental "Syncope," which is like hearing a guitarist play solo in the stillness of a morgue. The brief piece is also a bridge to the epic "From Now to Never." At nearly nine minutes, it renders each facet of
Porcelain in perfect miniature, and emphasizes
Sparta's stance as a group working faithfully within the system, but also staunchly and refreshingly outside of it. [The album was also available with the bonus track "Farewell Ruins".] ~ Johnny Loftus