Do not let the fact that this is an instrumental album keep you from singing along. There are eleven juicy anthems to choose from. I wouldn’t recommend standing still when you do, because this is music made for moving. The music itself seems to be moving, stretching before you, snapping back, and then back and forth again. What happens to light inside a black hole. Classics therefore becomes a cluster of space and time and continuum, containing eleven infinite universes to explore. But you cannot linger for long.
A record with quick, reflective, expansive jams, these songs are over before you’re ready. Leaving you feeling the story is always just beginning. The result is that nothing gets too heavy, too out-there, too self indulgent. The absence of vocals tricks you into thinking you get to be the narrator of whatever story you want to tell. Classics however, introduces itself to you front and center, hinting at your role as its whim, capable of sending you spiraling out of one universe into another. And that’s the story you’ll tell.