Review of Wolflight by Christopher Sandford

My unified Theory of Cool goes like this: instead of a straight line with Cool at one end and Uncool at the other, there's a Circle of Cool. So at one point, the very coolest people are actually some of the same ones our faultlessly hip friends in the music press continually write off as terminally naff. Which is to say: Steve Hackett may have been in Genesis back in the 70s (a cause of celebration, not embarrassment, for some of us) but his new album Wolflight is as fresh, thrilling, aggressive, incendiary, atmospheric, eloquent, moody, and, in short, brilliant as anything else out there by any of today's critically approved young turks. Sonic leaps are nothing new for Hackett, who's pretty well covered the musical waterfront in the course of a distinguished 40-year-long career. But this time around he truly touches all the bases, from arena foot-stompers like Out of the Body to swirling, Moroccan-drenched vibes like Corycian Fire, with plenty of Hackett's famously versatile guitar (and a white-hot accompanying band) throughout. You can annoy the self-appointed hipsters among us and, more important, give yourself a glorious treat at the same time by buying this wonderful new album immediately.