Cynic
Carbon-Based Anatomy EP

THE REVIEW

Cynic/sensations/bitterness in faint notes

Masvidal+Reinert=splendor

Progressions that cease to be pure mathematics to reiterate the feeling of simplicity in a whirlwind of complicated ideas deep within.

Not only Focus, personally leaving aside Traced In Air, arrives Carbon-Based Anatomy.

"Amidst The Coals" is pure singing, Amy Correia (already present on Traced) stamps her splendid imprint in Latin litanies on shadows of liquid guitar. The concentric hypnosis of the title track manifests from nowhere, random synths hover over circular rhythmic loops, and Masvidal weaves webs of crystal with his voice, calling to calm homo sapiens uselessly armed with knives, and builds guitar architectures that graze Mogwai-like scents and electro-jazz reverberations, opening into a classic mood solo. Tabla, sitar, India, mantra and chants and spirits are the seeds of "Bija!" "Box Up My Bones" is pop as a cosmic entity, that measures post-Radioheadian electronics with guitar chimes that slip from Jónsi's fingers, culminating in a chorus that gets trapped in your ears and never leaves (was this what you meant to do, Mr. Farrell?). An electro-genesis that becomes pure in "Elves Beam Out", with synthesizers croaking under vocal and guitar epicness tending towards infinity. But the spirit of Iceland, which was previously only hinted at, explodes in silence only in the finale "Hieroglyph" filled with vacuous sounds and gray color synth soundscapes.

It's difficult to shake off the veil of Maia. It's difficult to be new when you have a past that today cannot be old. If anything, current. However, everything becomes possible if you create something at these levels and return to touch the strings of the future. And all of this is Cynic.