to many PE’rs here it's probably not an album that warrants an anniversary shout out – but it is the first RUSH album that i ever owned and, thus, one that – among others – sent me off to many other toys in the attic. here is my recollection …
You never forget your first Dime bar, they say. Equally you’ll probably never forget your first crush. Here’s another rule of life which remains eternally applicable: you never ever forget your first Rush album. Mine is this one, 1987’s “Hold Your Fire”. Not “2112”. Not “Moving Pictures”, not “A Farewell To Kings” or “Counterparts”. It was released 30 years ago today and – nowadays somewhat relegated to sleeper status within the band’s vast catalogue – it is the first one for me and thus holds a very special place.
Although released during their synthesizer oriented middle era the focus on songcraft is much more palpable than on its more ebullient and effect-laden predecessor “Power Windows” and therefore bears some early indication of the more rootsy approach that Rush was to take during the ensuing years; not least because of having taken this development to an extreme which made live performances increasingly arduous and convoluted for the Canadian trio. One aspect however had always persisted during these years: underneath all of the keyboard flash and electronic soundscaping running rampant the core of three hideously talented individuals jamming away on the primal values of bass/guitar/drums was never lost for one second. While “Power Windows” still bristled with youthful exuberance “Hold Your Fire“ decides on a much more restrained approach as Lee, Lifeson and Peart walk into early middle age; especially Lee’s lower register – miles removed from the banshee shrieks of yore – is a welcome asset, as is Lifeson’s ever intriguing, minimalist guitar barrage that permeates all of the album’s tracks. Lastly – whatever one chooses to call him, whether Neil, Pratt or The Professor – Peart is on nothing less than top form throughout and, by way of the record’s maturity and focus, in a much more discernible way than on previous sets. Despite the threesome’s upright egalitarian conduct and probably much to their mutual disapproval this is his album – he owns it.
There are a few duds to sit through (even by the band’s own admission); although lyrically strong, “Second Nature” never really pays off beyond thoughtful yet sedate MOR rock. The same yould be applied to the more compelling “Prime Mover” while the often maligned “Tai Shan” enchants via its elegant ride cymbal crashes as Neil gets Geddy to recount his impressions of travelling throughout China. “Hold Your Fire” is an album of hidden gems and lost treasures. Although “Time Stand Still” has all the markings of a (slightly left field) pop song, it posesses a snakecharm quality that only a band of Rush’s calibre could come up with: impeccable arrangement, thoughtful lyrics filled to the brim with deeply humanist values/vistas and enough compositional capacity to dig deeper and marvel at the unapparent details. Rush excel at another stirring album opener (“Force Ten”); “Lock And Key” as well as “Turn The Page” worked equally well on stage as they did on the record (although not really standing out enough) – and the 1:06 mark on track 3 (“Open Secrets”, in case you are taking notes) will forever remain chiselled as my favourite so-called Neil Peart moment. Ever.
Rush don’t merely play, perform and (all being well) entertain. They communicate. They mediate inbetween the entire gamut of music connoisseurs and rock fans. They took the art of being a people’s band to an unattainably high plateau which always invites but never dejects. With lofty ideals such as this they also require mediators. Hence – to wrap this up – you also never forget who got you into appreciating Rush first. I haven’t. You know who you are.
Freeze this moment a little bit longer.
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