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Welcome
to Maple Mars is a fine introduction to Rick Hromadka's prodigious and
multi-varied talents as skillful songwriter and musician. The album started
off as a Hromadka solo project in the summer of 2000, shortly after he'd
dissolved his previous band, Double Naught Spies. Hromadka was by then
ready to move on and ready to stretch out as a composer, knowing that
Double Naught Spies weren't likely ready to make the same journey with
him. And so he went, performing intimate shows in L.A., often playing
just piano (although this multi-instrumentalist is adeptly talented on
just about every instrument you can think of). This period of self-discovery
led to him taking giants steps forward from his previous efforts —
the proof is this album, actually. Still, Hromadka missed the kinetic
energy of having a live band with him on-stage and in the studio, which
led him to invite a few of his friends to join him on this adventure,
including drummers Mike Fletcher (credited as the only other member of
Maple Mars here, although Hromadka has since assembled a full group) and
Steve Berns, guitarist Phil Rosenthal (Twenty Cent Crush), and multi-instrumentalist
Rick Gallego (Cloud Eleven). The opening track, "Welcome to Maple
Mars," is a fine introduction and begins with a Sgt. Pepper-y crowd-noise
intro before launching into a barre-chorded power surge of swirling guitars
and hummable melodies. "I Thought I Knew You Well" is an excellent
guitar jag, with warm-chorus harmonies that trade off with aspic-tinged
verses. Gallego guests on the semi-psych pop "Fly," a high note
with the album's hookiest chorus, and "Afterglow," a rich, head-bobbing
soft rock explosion (it may remind some fans of his band, Cloud Eleven,
at least in spirit). The sublime "Silver Spy Satellite" ambles
on a loping acoustic guitar and percussion beat (it's similar to America's
ghostly "Horse With No Name"), but there's a sleepy-eyed slide
guitar that sells the tune. The album ends with "Wonderwalla"'s
carnival-esque intro, leading into a moody organ outro, then a few seconds
pass before a minute-long Monkees-esque hidden track slips in under the
wire. The only negative comment overall is that a few of the songs tend
to go on a bit too long after they've made their main point, but this
is a minor complaint and shouldn't deter fans from seeking out this outstanding
(and deep) pop wonder. — Bryan Thomas
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