Eleventh Dream Day - Works for Tomorrow - Rock - CD

Since first hitting the road in a battered Econoline van in the 1980s, Eleventh Dream Day continues to build on their history by moving forward musically, while never forgetting what inspired them. On Works For Tomorrow, core band members Rick Rizzo, Janet Beveridge Bean, Mark Greenberg, and Douglas McCombs are joined by James Elkington (Tweedy, Steve Gunn), marking the first time the band has recorded with a second guitarist since 1994. Elkington's addition has unleashed the band's strengths. The ferocious and visceral interplay between Rizzo and Elkington charge the band with a joyous exuberance that sweeps the listener in for the 43 minutes of Works For Tomorrow. The album also features performances by long time friend Martin Wenk (Calexico) and Chicago stalwart Rich Parenti on horns. Eleventh Dream Day is known for their raw, inexhaustible live performances. They honed the songs on Works For Tomorrow during an extended residency at Chicago's Hideout Club, and the packed, sweaty energy of those shows is unmistakable on this new recording. Drummer and sometime lead vocalist Janet Beveridge Bean breaks free as never before, her vocals igniting the songs with an animalistic urgency, as she furiously propels the songs with pure command from behind the kit. Works For Tomorrow was recorded and mixed by Greenberg at the Loft (Wilco's studio) and Mayfair Recordings. The 10 tracks on the album center on embracing a future which does not succumb to the past, but challenges it in order to adapt and grow. This reframing and understanding of history is keenly stated in the album's title track when Rizzo sings, "You see her, this must be the beginning or the end of whatever that was." From the reimagined, deliberate version of Judy Henske and Jerry Yester's"Snowblind," to the quieter, melodic tracks like "Deep Lakes," Eleventh Dream Day's fiery performances and inventive arrangements make for the most complex and compelling record of their career. Works For Tomorrowfinds the band fixed on the road ahead, barreling toward the horizon with the radio turned up - way, way up.