AM pop-rock-disco drone.
Now Toto is attempting to broaden its scope by larding a thoroughly thin sound with grandiose arrangements and synthesizer dross redolent of Styx, et al., then lashing the whole rehash to a silly fantasy theme about a bold swordsman, a damsel and a dragon lord. That Hydra is an unlistenable mess would be neither here nor there were it not for the credentials of some of Toto's musicians. Leader Jeff Porcaro is a fine drummer, and keyboardist-songwriter David Paich cowrote Silk Degrees with Boz Scaggs. Here, however, they demonstrate not the faintest glimmer of a driving, creative spark. The music is annoyingly lightweight and derivative, while the vocalsto put it mildlyare abysmal.
Toto may continue to thrive in the rock-starved Top Forty, but these guys have absolutely nothing new to say as they bounce from one syrupy subgenre to another. Sample lyrics:
You crucify an orphan
With the rainbow in your eyes
Then you send out invitations
And address them with his cries.
Though a defensive Porcaro has told interviewers that "craft is content," there's no evidence on Hydra to verify this insipid thesis. Indeed, the band can't even match the calculated precision of, say, the Stanky Brown Group. And when it attempts to approximate the sappy integrity of all those cosmically corny rockers now in vogue, Totolike Dorothy's little poochis a long way from, uh, Kansas. (RS 310)
TIMOTHY WHITE