Anathema
We're Here Because We're Here

Literarily romantic...

Enchantingly poetic....

Wonderfully haunting....

Dreamers full of zeal....

Divinely poetic....

These are the words that come to mind when I think of Anathema, unique in their music so full of passion, free dreamers in their melodies, filled with restlessness and philanthropy. It's as if there's a clear sensation of being caught by a flash of melancholy that clings to your face and begins to fade, thinning at first then etching into wrinkles and taking hold, leading you astray into a devastating angst and trepidation.

It's like savoring silence on a night rich with reverberations, the whispering wind accompanies you on your inner journey, amidst reflections and streams of consciousness, listening persistently to that voice inside you, tireless, rebellious, tenacious, confessing that you're not ready for the trivialities life presents on your path.

This is precisely what Anathema's listeners need, searching for themselves through art, although within it they might find a way to climb out of that

existential abyss, initially made known by our self or as Dostoevsky likes to call it, the "underground," and to escape, then, from that metaphysical misanthropy born of it, one indeed must grapple with oneself.

Deep breaths in the fog of one's thoughts where slowly the voice of Vincent Cavanagh takes color and shape, timidly embracing us and guiding through a whirlpool of infinite emotions, attempting to color our dreamers' souls, deceived by distant dreams faded over time.

Sometimes thoughts get lost, slip away, escape our grasp, tend to blend into something indefinable, Anathema's music manages to illuminate them with a different light, presenting them more vivid than ever, mixed with sensations that shake your soul...

And this is the Anathemic hermeticism, aware of not being fully contemplated with your own life, fragile as a tear streaming from your eyes, like a shiver whispered by a rose petal brushing against your skin, thus all that remains is to transcend the void that pervades you inside, a reflection of multiple sensations carried into your spirit, into your psychological reminiscences, bursts of images created by the labyrinths of your mind so that they can move you and let you perceive your essence: to be fully real, fully alive.

After delighting us with the acoustic "Hindsight", this latest release, produced by Kscope, proves that the guys from Liverpool are indeed incapable, incapable of making a disappointing album even after a further, albeit slight in this case, "mutation" of style compared to the previous "A Natural Disaster". The sound is more atmospheric and dreamy than ever, a sort of Ambient-Rock that evokes certain stylistic solutions of No-Man and the more emotional and direct episodes of Porcupine Tree's "Lightbulb Sun", unsurprisingly mixed by Mr. Steven Wilson, who stated that it was the work that satisfied him most as a producer.

The cover perfectly evokes the emotional flow of the album, with its key highlights being the splendid "Dreaming Light" and "Angels Walk Among Us", Radiohead-like reverberations in "Get Off, Get Out", and the two closing tracks of the album "Universal" and "Hindsight" which are the sum of Anathema's most recent stylistic evolution, nearing Post-progressions not far from Mogwai's "The Hawk Is Howling".

Losing oneself to find oneself, losing oneself in the eyes of others to look through oneself, and getting lost, losing again in a vertigo that leaves no breath...

Since we were all struck by Anathema's latest album, we were fighting over who could have the honor of reviewing it, so I came up with the brilliant idea of collaborating.