There aren’t many albums you can experience in the same way as ‘Frances the Mute’. It’s something you can live in. Something you can disappear to. Every listen is different.
Theoretically, there are only 5 songs here. But, like their live shows at the time, there is so much to digest within each track that the notion of a ‘song’ goes completely out of the window.
‘Frances the Mute’ is so cinematic in scope that it plays more like a movie - a mysterious thriller, perhaps an unsolved murder being investigated by means of a convoluted road trip, where the audience has no idea which characters can be trusted and who is ‘good’ or ‘bad’.
Musically, it doesn’t get much better than the latin funk of ‘LVia L’Viaquez’, the crazy time signatures of ‘Cygnus’, and, of course, the tremendous 30-minute ‘Cassandra Gemini’, The Mars Volta’s magnum opus, which has so many twists and turns, with jazzy instrumentation, prog freak-outs and tremendous dynamics.
At its breathtaking finale, ‘Cassandra’ ends the same way the album starts - and if you add the b-side ‘Frances the Mute’ then the result is a mind-bending, confusing tale that it is open to different interpretations and warrants multiple listens. Utterly unique and brilliant.
Standout tracks: ‘Cassandra Gemini’, ‘L’Via L’Viaquez’, ‘Cygnus…Vismund Cygnus’