Mark Smoot's The Attic from 1988

This is the only release under his name, as is the case for most albums in this little 3-month US road trip, though note that he was a member of multiple subsequent bands.  Odd too is the late year for this style of progressive rock, though I would have to lump into the category III division, with mostly rock.  So some passages resemble the previous Artificial Intelligence, for sure some songs are throwaway (in the commercial direction that is, for the record industry, they are the exact opposite of thrown away), on the whole, a very odd vibe permeates, perhaps due to the fact that he was full of youthful energy and went in too many directions.  And that he was a little crazy too, maybe.  Consider the fourth track, After Hours:




I guess relatively disappointing is the way he doesn't develop that track following the initial dissonances.

Rare, perhaps not essential in Tom Hayes' priorities, but nonetheless a missing piece of the late 80s American style prog puzzle, as mutant sounds would've said, and repeated.