Today I want to hurt myself. I want to explore the deepest recesses of my soul, look into the abyss of solitude and see nothing but an ever-distant light. And no soundtrack could be better than this Antimatter.
Born from a branch of Anathema (for those who don't know them, one of the most brilliant bands on this planet, capable of exploring both the territories of extreme doom-gothic metal and those of the most experimental Radiohead school rock), Antimatter draw heavily from both the trip-hop masters of Bristol, Massive Attack and Portishead (the masters of "whispered discomfort", halfway between electronic and chill-out) and the same gothic and "nocturnal" roots of Anathema.
And this "Lights Out", released two years after the excellent "Saviour", is a hallucinatory journey through the most inaccessible abysses of the human mind. There are no stable points of reference in the 51 minutes of this work, no certainties: the sounds seem to come muffled, undefined shapes produced by a soul that doesn't suffer, that doesn't scream its pain to the world, but that simply resigns itself in the face of the disconcerting cruelty of things. "Everything you know is wrong", everything you know is wrong, says one of the most successful tracks of this work.

The album opens with the piercing sound of a war siren introducing the splendid title track. But the anticipated fury doesn't come to fruition: instead, it dissolves into vague electronic atmospheres, over which a feeble female voice reigns, reciting its solitude. "Lights out as you hit the ground", lights out as you hit the ground...
The following "Stone" is a delicate electronic ballad, interspersed with a rougher part in pure Anathema style, and then closed by a narrated voice in "news style" (did someone say Dream Theater?) and its reflections on human nature.
And now the genuine 3 pearls of the work. "Dream" is probably one of the most heartbreaking melodies ever conceived by the human mind; probably the most easy-listening passage of the entire album, but chiseled with avant-garde touches that make it unique, a female voice follows a melodic line that embeds into the listener's mind from the first listen, while keyboards first and violins later embroider a unique fabric of notes. The percussion work is also remarkable in this track, especially in the finale where obsessive rhythms of a snare drum in delay and toms, dominating alongside the violins, create a very original combination that beautifully closes one of the album's highest peaks.
It's now the turn of the wonderful "Everything You Know Is Wrong", where a male voice expresses its absolute disenchantment. "I'm sorry to confuse you, but everything you know is wrong". It feels like experiencing Descartes again, with his absolute doubt, with his vision of reality as deception. Or the more existentialist Schopenhauer, viewing reality as an illusion... an illusion that can be defeated only by lifting that mysterious "veil of Maya", hiding the cruelest reality from our eyes. The piece is closed by a marvelous keyboard solo, just supported by the deep bass rhythms of Duncan Patterson.
In the subsequent "The Art Of A Soft Landing" the moving voice of Mick Moss peeks in again, crafting a very refined electronic work, where a distorted guitar and a piercing scream appear in the distance only at the end: it's almost the moment of catharsis in the album, a few seconds where inner discomfort takes an almost tangible form, only to suddenly retreat back to the deepest recesses of the self, accompanied solely by the desolate notes of keyboards.
"Reality Crash" is another beautiful ballad, dominated by an absolutely leading bass and a unique instrumental weave, where the delicate melody of a transverse flute appears both at the beginning and at the end.
"Expire" is a track that wouldn't look out of place on "100th Window" or on "Mezzanine" by Massive Attack: 8 minutes of pure trip-hop. The female voice is no longer delicate and muffled as in previous songs, but becomes restless, troubled, while repeating, almost like a mantra, "I've a solution. Final solution", and the electronic bases become cold, artificial, light years away from the enveloping melodic lines emerging from the other songs.
Almost serving as a decompression chamber for the previous track and for the entire album, comes the final "Terminal", an exclusively instrumental track opened delicately by arpeggios of an acoustic guitar first and then by a harp. The hues then become dark in the second part, where the sound of synthesizers deepens and faint background noises start to be heard. The album is then closed by a continuous electronic ticking, almost like the cold sound of a machine monitoring the heartbeats of a dying patient. It is this sound that closes the album, almost symbolizing the death of all hope, while all lights go out.

In conclusion, this "Lights Out" is not an album for everyone. It is an existentialist and "nocturnal" album. It is an album to be listened to with lights out, and even with eyes closed, to let oneself be transported on a journey within one's mind, where the great questions and great fears still reign solitary. It is an album that hurts, especially if listened to many times, penetrating into your guts from the first listen as only great masterpieces can do. And it is a masterpiece unjustly relegated to a niche in the vast musical panorama, a masterpiece almost passed unnoticed, and that would deserve a careful listening by everyone.

Tracklist and Lyrics

01   Lights Out (04:05)

[Patterson]

So you made it? Shame you had to fake it..
So you feigned the way? You're a fucking disgrace to the name..

So you reaped what I had sown?
Scattered ashed blown into the unknown,
While you were selling my soul, cold..

Black lies failing... forging sound..
Lights out as you hit the ground.

02   Everything You Know is Wrong (04:03)

[Moss]

I looked to the skies,
Turning away with blackened eyes.
I'm a stranger on a train, you're all strangers on a train.

Sorry to confuse you, but all that you know is wrong
and there's just no name for whats gone on.

I've walked on thin ice just to feel mystified,
As we spin through outer space...

Sorry to confuse you, but all that you know is wrong
and there's just no name for whats gone on.

03   The Art of a Soft Landing (04:29)

[Moss]

I'm building a cage to chew things over,
Far from where the rats can chew my brain.
Losing the game and the deck's uneven,
the building blocks of ruin...

I'm going insane with my eyes wide open,
The stage has set the tone.
Chewing the pain and it wont stop breeding,
It moves from square to square...

I've pushed my field, now it comes to this,
I've touched my dreams, but still I bleed.

04   Expire (07:59)

[Patterson]

Innocence and irony,
A a dark shade of fantasy as the serpent slips right into me
Living out your fallacy,
I'm just another casualty of casual insanity.

Summers white cause the sun has gone,
But it wont be long til tomorrow comes and youre on the run with what you've taken.
Knowing what I should have known, I'm staring at the telephone,
And I think our god has been and gone, but I'm still waiting.

I've a solution. a final solution

05   In Stone (07:49)

[Moss]

What a big man you are
Could fight a war with just your face
Take it on the chin and leave me open-jawed.

What big words you've got,
Reciting lines you've heard on film,
Could write a script with just your lust for respect.

Rip off this face, it can't persist,
Like shadows in the rain, undefined lines,
A symphony muted and greying.
You're not real, and neither are your goals.

06   Reality Clash (07:45)

[Patterson]

resist you never could you never will bare my soul for a moment of delusion blame it on the past catching up to take the glory without substance selling someone elses soul to take you further falling deeper into false stealing heros you dont realise the shit youre in for once its come around again so exercise your right to run your right to ruin

Breaking away from broken days of shame and illusion,
playing the game.
Validate a life of lies,
So high on manufactured pride.

Faking away, making waves to gain,
Reality astray, delusion paved the way.
While we made it to the other side,
You lost your pride and your alibis.

07   Dream (05:54)

[Moss]

Immersed in light, broken in flight,
Here comes that scene again,
Not another sleepless night.
Scripted yet stuck on every line,
Upon my face a look of pure surprise,
I thought I'd be fighting fire.

How it's changed from my dream,
Did I stray from the path laid out for me?
How it's changed,
Did I fail in some way?

Easy to plot a course divine,
A simple graph cant cover ever line,
and I dont see what I dont know.
Some truths are harder to perceive,
The color has been drained now from my eyes,
Staring into endless time...

08   Terminal (07:43)

[Patterson]

[instrumental]

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