Profoundly moving and reverberations to die for, which is fitting tribute for A Place to Rest, perhaps. Then, straight into Master, again deep resonances predominate and a haunting melodiousness, that proves the depth is in the spaces in between the sounds and rhythms. Spirited and soulful, drifting to the next track, Bliss, like a soft kiss of an androgynous angel. One that then rips your spirit to shreds, just to check that you can feel. Agoniozingly ecstatic sounds permeate your senses and one single tear is released to releive the beautiful pain of being.
The Flower is a strange, carnivorous plant that lulls you into a false sense of serenity, sensually sucking your blood from your veins, while you wallow in the gorgeous flow of life living life on the edge of a knife. Slithering into your ear channels next comes Black Sky in Red, a syntactical paradox without the blood of life to sustain it and lend it a semantics that maybe doesn't bear thinking about for fear of your sanity becoming lost in the red of the black sky. The wound of the very atmosphere that struggles to sustain us.
Next we meet Sadie, The Weak. To the plea to stop the pain, the inexpressible answer is 'no'. There is however, a strength to the weak that works obversely to sustain their own strong position of withdrawal from the fray. Maybe that's just safety in numbers, but if it works, it works and leaves me stranded in solicitude, weak in my apparent strength. Then, so be it. The White Vase Broken starts with a melancholic air and a distant desolation. Nice atmospherics and a truly beautiful track.
And, one that blends into Oh, Decimator. The destructive urge returns to wreak havoc upon that massed population of weaknesses, having their legs swept from under them to lie prostrate and forever vulnerable to the ruler of this planet we call Earth. Porzellan, a brief acoustic foray into amongst the fray. Then, to Part II of The Flower, and that depth returns, a fleur du mal, for sure. Gorgeously, and passionately dark.
Transitory, a nightmarish lullaby, that screams you into a terrifying sleep of awareness. But it's not forever, it passes you by and you find yourself asking where the Hell have you been and how you ever did without it. A curious state of somnambulism, that leaves you hanging in a void of dreamstates which amount to little more than wisps of memories, like leaves in the wind of the abyss that awaits to engulf us all. Bloody good album, nice work. Very pleasing indeed.
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