Neuroosika, apart from being a nice word, is a very nice track. It's a sonic journey, an explanatory explanation eulogises its own existence. Such a dark passion seems to be on display, sinister in places and the variation is stupendous. And, it's like being on a train-track, you just have to listen to it. It demands your attention forthwith and then drifts into indifference. Then, post 'episode', it returns to assert itself, slightly, very slightly, skewed and the deep calls. And once it does, it always will.
Suomalaiset yöunet is a very elegant track, with a classic flair. But then, it seems to stumble and find a new way of being, that is at once sinsterly sweet and sweetly sinister. Like a killer clown, which is something awful to consider. Then the whole tone of the track changes, a sends a shiver down your spine. It's still there.
Katumonologi after the voice, dabbles with bass, then more voice and circumstantial sounds. Again the music returns with further accompaniment, to end with a ritualistic chant.
Jokin Odottaa rumbles and rambles, a crowded head though not quite yet manic. Variations in states of being, feels like there is a sense of purposefulness. Then again, a dramatic change in presentation and experience. Almost hopeful. Bright.
Burn-Out is a realisation that things were not all right after all that you've already been through. A mournful crash of sensations and vocals, as the wick frantically strives to continue its self-combustion. Things are now out of your control, and the paternal/maternal universe takes over. The guitar explains how things really are and you are slowly impaled on the shock to your long-gone 'system'. Slowly you drift into your own expression.
Ristikiehtovan kultti focuses the protean madness into a resolute end of another beginning. Now there is a structure to the torture, and the psychosomaticism does not seem such a bad option. There is a realisation that sometimes the box should not be opened. And then, we are left with a lovely resonant piano outro, a distinct affirmation of the uniqueness of all that you have been through. Freedom from the creeping pain of existence still holds sway, where are you to end. Will it ever?
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