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       Hawkwind's fifth studio album found the band enjoying a rare oasis of 
        stability after the multitudinous personnel shifts of the past five years. 
        Only the recruitment of a second drummer, Alan Powell, disturbed the equanimity 
        of the lineup that created the previous year's Hall of the Mountain Grill, 
        although it would soon be time to change again. By the end of the year, 
        bassist Lemmy had departed, vocalist Robert Calvert had rejoined, and 
        the group's career-long relationship with United Artists would be over. 
        In the meantime, Warrior on the Edge of Time ensured that it was brainstorming 
        business as usual. Decorated with a magnificent sleeve that unfolded into 
        the shape of a shield, Warrior on the Edge of Time delivered some of Hawkwind's 
        best-loved future showstoppers -- Simon House's far-reaching "Spiral 
        Galaxy 28948," the frenetic "Assault and Battery," and 
        the monstrous "Magnu" all made their bow here, while the accompanying 
        "Kings of Speed" single was certainly a big hit in the youth 
        clubs of the day, even if it did steadfastly avoid the chart. Remarkable, 
        too, is "The Golden Void," a stately bolero set, indeed, on 
        the edge of time and buffeted by one of the band's most impressive ever 
        instrumental performances. A handful of tracks do betray their age. Michael 
        Moorcock's echo- and effects-laden recitation of "The Wizard Blew 
        His Horn" is impossibly overwrought, although it's worth sitting 
        through simply for the segue into the throbbing "Opa-Loka"; 
        in fact, the entire album is presented with minimal breaks between tracks, 
        to deliver a seamless treat that -- in the light of Hawkwind's next musical 
        moves -- has since seen Warrior on the Edge of Time described as the band's 
        last true "classic." It isn't, but you can easily see why people 
        think it might be. [The CD reissue includes one bonus track, Lemmy's valedictory 
        "Motorhead," recorded during the album sessions but released 
        only as the B-side to "Kings of Speed."]    
      (by Dave Thompson, AMG) 
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       The last album by the band's "stable" lineup, it closes an 
        epoch, and closes it just like you'd expect from a Hawkwind album. And 
        that is? Why, sounding like a true Hawkwind album, of course! Epics? Got 
        'em! Mr Moorcock? Got 'im! Astral trips? In billions. Potheads of the 
        world, rejoice. 
        Well, actually, it's far from "great", but you gotta understand 
        this: Hawkwind don't make "great" or "poor" albums. 
        Hawkwind make "trips". If you accept the idea of a "trip" 
        (and I certainly accept the idea of a 'trip' if it's done well), you won't 
        speak poorly of any Hawkwind album, at least, not of the 'golden era'. 
        If you don't accept the idea of a "trip", nothing in the world 
        will make me understand how you actually got this far into my Hawkwind 
        reviews. Frankly speaking, have I written a Hawkwind review that hadn't 
        been ripped off the previous Hawkwind review? These reviews should be 
        like "trips", too. (Well, actually, I think the Space Ritual 
        review did resemble a "trip"). So get out your hemp ropes and 
        off we go! 
        The problem with Warrior is that there's too little guitar on the album. 
        For instance, 'Assault & Battery' which opens the album would feature 
        a super guitar riff had it been recorded two years ago; as of now, though, 
        it is exclusively synth-based, and not only that, but they also borrowed 
        the synth pattern off Roxy Music's 'Out Of The Blue'. WHY????? Okay, okay, 
        I get it, 'coincidences will happen'. It's nice and moody, but nowhere 
        near as ass-kicking as in the good old days of yore. Actually, only two 
        songs really kick mighty ass: 'Magnu', the ode to the cosmic horse of 
        the golden mane, which is the album's eight-minute epic, and the closing 
        'Kings Of Speed'. These have the energy and punch of old... the funniest 
        thing, though, is that while 'Kings Of Speed' was credited to Brock and 
        Moorcock, it sounds just like a Motorhead song! Fast, gritty and not all 
        that astral, if you ask me. Okay, so the song does deal with sci-fi thematics, 
        but with just a wee bit of lyrical invention, it could have been about 
        bikes, you know? And as if by chance, on the re-issued CD version this 
        closing number rests next to... 'Motorhead', the Motorhead anthem, written 
        and sung by Lemmy, which was first recorded by Hawkwind. And the two sound 
        very close to each other - and by the way, I far prefer this version of 
        'Motorhead' to the Motorhead versions. It has neat saxes and violins! 
        My kingdom for a violin! 
        The rest of this album is very patchy. First, it is overloaded with short 
        little poetry extracts, a thing that was previously limited to live albums 
        but now seems to have taken on a studio life of its own as Calvert does 
        his usual tricks. 'The Wizard Blew His Horn', 'Warriors', 'Standing At 
        The Edge'... all these things were probably impressive live, but in the 
        middle of a studio album, I - do - not - want - that crap. I want ass-kicking 
        and headbanging, astral grooves and cosmic jams. This is just a bunch 
        of rubbish. Ah well... then again, I suppose that if it's all a "trip", 
        we have to be tolerant. It's not crap, it's just boring. 
        The actual musical pieces are okay. Slower mood pieces like 'The Golden 
        Void' and moderate shake-ups like the instrumental 'Opa-Loka' alternate 
        nicely with a few formulaic acoustic ballads like Brock's 'Demented Man', 
        and as usual, I have no problems with assimilating any of them even if 
        it's all been already done many times before. I suppose I could go on 
        and try analyzing this stuff... but the album is hardly worth analyzing. 
        Detailed analysis of every particular song, in fact, will probably kill 
        the overall effect, and the overall effect is what matters. 
        Trip out, dude. No, you don't need any drugs to trip out, but I'm perfectly 
        serious indeed: it's difficult to headbang to Warrior, because there's 
        so little guitar, but it's perfectly easy to relax to it. The synths and 
        organs are played very effectively (the band actually got better at finetuning 
        their special effects through the years), and as usual, there's just so 
        much going on that you won't be bored. Should I be ashamed of myself? 
        Nah. 
      (George 
        Starostin, Rating: * * * 1/2) 
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