Dominic Sanderson tiene 26 años y ya es una de las voces más interesantes del prog rock contemporáneo. Sus referencias declaradas son Van der Graaf Generator y King Crimson, pero las toma como punto de partida para construir algo propio, con resultados sorprendentes.
From the Weeping Cradle abre su segundo álbum, Blazing Revelations (2025), con una duración de 12 minutos. Arranca con un clavinet girador y un riff de guitarra disonante, que dan paso a una sección más directa, con bajo y batería empujando con urgencia y flauta añadiendo otra textura.
Curiosidades:
El álbum fue grabado y mezclado en una radio abandonada a lo largo de 10 meses durante 2024.
Andy Frizell, el saxofonista de la banda, fue el profesor de música de Dominic. Es el único miembro que no es "ridículamente joven".
La canción abre con un motivo de clavinet, algo que ya de entrada marca las intenciones del disco.
Versión en directo que merece la pena:
En febrero de 2026 Sanderson publicó Live Revelations, grabado en el Birmingham Symphony Hall, sin click, sin pistas de apoyo y sin retoques digitales: prog rock de la vieja escuela en estado puro.
Perched in the throne room of naivety
The wine is plentiful and the trumpets sing
But to no avail, as dusk sprints away and dawn thinks again
And as he climbs up from his stool, he wails, carrying the burden of gain
He calls out and the echo returns
And rising from his stupor, he opens the doors
Emerald green scales the heights of pageantry
And crystals, clear and pure, line the rocks beneath
As the building behind him crumbles and rots in the face of longevity
The song he hears cannot be scored, named or replicated by tethered souls
Bleary-eyed and drooling, he calls out once more
And seeing the mighty oak stir, he knows what to do
And he climbs, rung by rung as his robe is carefully dismantled by a hundred hands
And he climbs, rung by rung as another golden captive dares to freefall into further entrapment
And he climbs, rung by rung as the sap cleanses and heals the brand of misguided worship on his palms
And he climbs, rung by rung encased in an arbour of spiralling jade
And as he reaches for the final rung, the sacrifice can begin under the watch of tangerine regality
What is this glow that radiates with majesty and casts its blessings far and wide for all to see?
Eating away at me is a pounding revelation never felt before that overwhelms and humbles my cause
Rising from its feet, my judgement slaps its lips and belches forth its hazy diatribes in a roaring whirlwind
Weeping from my cradle, I return to nothing
