Pushed, aside, by the pressure
The outer layers, are remote.
The first wind, slow, and dense
Has its effect.
The second thunder, fast and sparse
Shall give nebulae its shape.
A neat shell is born,
Yet not prepared to be seen.
And as the temperature rises,
To a threshold we can’t consider,
Photons are getting more and more numerous.
Their power of snatching electronic procession is growing,
As their energy reaches the level.
And soon, when the ion goes back…
We will see.
The painting on the cover (Udslidt by H A Brendekilde, if anyone is interested) and the music is in perfect alignment. So much sorrow, so much despair... Right from the start I can feel my soul wither away with each riff. Still, towards the end of the record I can catch little glimpses of hope in the melodies. A beautiful journey in the bleak reality of existence. vilmosomedve
Crushing blackened doom from this German band that counterbalances blinding fury with moments of surprising, melancholy melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2023