Stellar Fire has become a track title on another album. This album has been deleted due to technical issues. If these can be overcome it may be re-released one day, but until then most of the tracks are on Silk Stone and Silver Wood anyway. I've left the old description below just in case you (or me) needed to read it:)... While planet rock was erupting from the riffs, rock and roll of the 1960s, the music for this suite was being jammed in coal sheds in Yorkshire and the Streets of Paris. Bands were scraped together from among friends and battered used equipment. Talent mattered first, to survive where audiences could enjoy destruction as much as entertainment. With roots tangled across both sides of a meandering track, these songs draw inspiration from rock, blues and classical lore. They are untainted by tuition or formality and have easy, friendly vocals. With a guitar style born of 60s and 70s rock/blues, they were recorded and produced in a back bedroom, using Audacity software... The Aviator riff draws you into a refreshing yet familiar world. With Irish roots, it's beat nods and stomps, as a story based in the living lore of rock-pop from the 70s fires your imagination. The battered Fender Stratocaster guitar of Rory Gallagher is an adulated icon of rock and blues. Tribute is paid here both lyrically and tonally to the aching wonder that Leo Fender released to the public in 1954 - the year that Alex Oliver, the album's composer, was born. As he wrests the sound of singing winds and crying beasts from his own guitar, Alex calmly leads us through the song like an eminent sage. It's like we are sitting round a glowing fire. Good story teller that he is, you can feel the thunderbird rising as the tale unfolds. It is as if an alien has arrived - the feeling people got when the guitar was first electrified. May the dust never settle on your dreams. Comparing the guitar to a gamut of heroic devices (hence aviator), Aviator celebrates everything we love about our musical heritage, as it slid sensationally from blues through 60s pop to rock. It is anthemic and driving...it will compel air guitarists and dancers alike to enjoy it to the full. One (Stellar Fire) Then, as the ariel moan of a biplane sustains sweet memories of the mad biker that is aviator, we are swiftly introduced to a guitar fanfare announcing a softer mood. With lyrics taken from Celtic, Gael and Manx myths (with a bit of Patrick Moore thrown in), One - Stellar Fire is not what you'd immediately guess to be a love song. Giving us the album title, this tale speaks of how forces beyond human reckoning enrich our lives and loves. An unashamed tenderness is evident in the conversations that two guitars enjoy in the intro, softly swished along on cymbals. The Hispano-Irish anthem then moves along with the rhythm, which is wrought purely from an acoustic guitar. Peruvian influence can be traced in the vocal harmonies that are eased along with bright arpeggios. The lyric of One tells us that love which comes to us is a gift of the universe, and maybe we should learn to live with it and not fight it. ...where two riders meet, in the skies over love... Whilst we contemplate the somewhat deep opening lyric for such an airy piece, an Appalachian guitar solo echoes as if played in woodlands. It stirs primeval spirits that move softly, yet unstoppably through every cell of our being. Then with a joyous, almost Christmassy feel, a violin technique on the guitar takes the riff towards a concluding verse. The cosmic undertone in this lyric enforces the album's theme, telling of stars that hide from the day... 1960s pop music influences the design this piece, which now runs to the close with a sustained uplifting chant, riding on the chorus. A gentle fade brings closure, not to one, but two tracks. Distant guitars emulate the image of the vocal line - love is like a comet flight. They finally recede into silence, allowing an important moment of contemplation between tracks. Son of The Night Having effortlessly flowed from rock and blues to pop, the mood suddenly changes. Son of the Night comes in through a door we did not know existed. At first, we feel continuity as Tibetan chants and mountain horns instil a quiet inner mood - like a soft conclusion to the work. You can almost feel the pull of distant planets, as your mind floats into Himalayan serenity. Then the drums, bass and guitar release their fury into the mythical calm. It is as if the powers of meditation have suddenly cracked a cosmic whip - brought you back to the here and now, in the entity of an album that reads like a painted cave. Son of the Night flies like a dragon through dark Tolkeinesque skies. It is the beast of human consciousness, telling us with an inner voice about how much we have achieved - and deceived for ourselves. Ranging from the right to wander wherever we like on this and other planets, to the fact that we barely understand ourselves, this song's lyrics enjoy a pure, unadulterated rock foundation. It is a driven thing - with vigour Vivaldi might use. An unexpected tumultuous end to the album, this is a vehicle for the free voice of the electric guitar, to soar in ways that release and inspire us. From the coarse driven rhythm to the sweeter, haunting lead guitars, we are allowed to experience extremes of emotion. The chaos of the first break sorts itself into patterns we barely understand, creating melody from a myriad notes, showering like sparks from a blade. It's Eastern mystery and promise settle the unrest, just long enough for us to hear the next part of the saga. 'Illuminated views across eternal rivers gleam', it sings, taunting the cowardice our forefathers and some latter-day leaders have shown. Fear of the truth is not just the domain of the wrong-doer; people are often mislead by their good intentions. A second guitar solo is one of the composer's favourite traits. They allow his music to go to higher plains of enjoyment, enforcing the mood of a lyric or riff. The second break in Son of the Night follows a breathy moment of spiritual realisation, where suddenly we can see our potential and our soul screams for it to be realised. This time the guitar has an orgiastic resolve, the sweetness of on old lover revisiting our bosom, the excitement of a new one... Just as the album started with an old familiar feel - like you'd known it all your life - so too it seems it might leave us with a refrain as familiar as our favourite t-shirt. But in the last moment, conscious perhaps that we can be forgetful, an a capella line shouts and hisses vengeance, like something escaped from a horror movie. With that, the album is gone from our speakers, gone from our headphones - gone from the air we breath; yet it remains with us like the feeling we get as we leave a cinema... ...Inspired by heroes, thrilled by beauty, invincible, strong, yet philanthropic. Thanks to Stellar Fire, now we can all feel like super heroes.