War of the Worlds is a huge failure. The album explores the end of the world as aliens invade a small part of England and amass a frightening fighting force of five. Who can save the world from such an overwhelming show of force from creatures that are made out of rain or something? The ARTS can save the world that's who.
Witness as the aliens defeat the military, the sciences, religion, justice and the rule of law whilst the Burton voiced hero remains calm, logical but ultimately does nothing before the aliens get a cold and die. Our hero is a writer and everyone he meets is driven to ineffective madness under the gaze of the alien heat ray. First we meet the Artilleryman who's devices are futile against the massive metal things on legs bashing men against trees. They're just normal hunks of metal, innocent hunks of metal. He returns later clearly mad and disavowing the arts - they'll teach science underground and not poetry! His underground HQ ready to start the fightback is tiny - our hero using the power of poetry could have built more in a day. Science has failed man.
Parson Nathaniel appears in the story already seemingly dead. He's driven into religious paranoia and fanaticism seeing demons everywhere even in his wife. Obviously he dies. Religion has failed man.
Our hero witnesses the rich and the poor standing shoulder to shoulder stripped of wealth and dignity. The law, natural order, justice. It all falls. Man is failed by everything except the arts represented by our hero.
But ultimately we are failed by the arts because this album spectacularly fails to create any sense of the doom, destruction, death and despair that the story requires. The dispassionate narration seems to impact little of the music. The narrator tells us the martians create huge metal machines to fight so why is the music so devoid of percussion. Even Maxwells Silver Hammer released a decade earlier knows that an anvil strike is sometimes absolutely a necessity and that isn't even about the world ending. I think Jeff Wayne has never done a day of hard graft or held a hammer so doesn't know what metal sounds like.
Our hero visits London and small red bricked house and we are treated to Forever Autumn. A ridiculous pastoral tune that is totally out of place in the urban horror that must have greeted our hero. It should at least lament. The machines tower over Big Ben. Government has fallen and failed man.
The Spirit of Man decides to tell the story of the Parsons obsession with demons and the devil, and the religious mania that leads him to believe only he can defeat Satan, as a piece of musical theatre. Jeff Wayne doesn't know what metal sounds like.
The Red Weed at least attempts to be eerie and discordant but comes complete with overly bright synths that sound triumphant. At times the guitar wahs away in a gentle funk that is more spy thriller than apocalyptic. When our Artillerman returns he's built an underground lair and is only one note away from being Goldfinger.
Horsell Common with it's cheery tar and santur melody comes as the martians reveal their true intentions. It's a discarded Blur B-Side. Next morning, a crowd gathered on the common. Mars life! Hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder they get rudely unalived by the heat ray. Mars life!
The narrator tells us all five fighting machines exulted, emitting deafening howls that roared like thunder. The music goes oooo laaaaaa.
So the arts fail man.The arts fail, man. It fails to create anything resembling the mood it is attempting.
I considered how much of this is due to it being made in 1978. Am I being overly harsh based on the technology available at the time? Technology that seemed to be pushed to the limit? No I'm not. This fails at the first totally avoidable hurdle. You cannot soundtrack an eerie alien invasion using disco. Disco is the most unthreatening musical genre. Black Sabbath came out in 1970. Jeff Wayne doesn't know what metal sounds like.
Maybe you don't want to make a metal album but with the brass and strings you could create something dark, sombre and unsettling. Listen to Age of Adz to hear how you can do dangerous religious fervour using all the instruments available to Jeff Wayne. Perhaps you'd have struggled to create the skittish drums but everything else is possible.
I can't excuse the lack of atmosphere and doom. And with no nostalgia to draw on this is a 3/10