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Rating: It is impossible not to be carried away by the powerful emotional wave of this album. Best listened to in the dark, with eyes closed, if possible.
The Serpent’s Egg was born from a distance. Brendan Perry and Lisa Gerrard are no longer a couple, yet they still gift us a beautiful masterpiece.
There are not many words to describe a captivating voice like Lisa Gerrard’s.
The “host of Seraphim” opens the album, introducing us to a rarefied world of wonderful auditory sensations. Esotericism and existentialism in her warm, crystalline, and feminine voice until it gives way to Brendan Perry's dark vigor in “Severance,” perhaps the most melodic track on the album.
The use of instruments is more sparse and essential in this album; the percussion often accompanies the rhythmic cadence of the voices, which are always at the forefront in all the tracks.
Even the titles like “The One-Eyed are Kings” or “Chant of the Paladin” evoke distant and ancestral sensations.
Lisa and Brendan take turns as if to make us feel their separation in each track, much like the beautiful minimalist cover that depicts a river dividing the land but then rejoining in a single magical flow.
A long, sparse journey made of psychedelic echoes that work in the unconscious, in the dark, in the night.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Severance (03:22)
Severance
The birds of leaving call to us
Yet here we stand
Endowed with the fear of flight
Overland
The winds of change consume the land
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past
When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways
Indifference
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come
Tomorrow's child is the only child
10 Ullyses (05:09)
John Francis Dooley
wipe the sleep from your eyes
and embrace the light.
You have slept now
for a thousand years
beneath starless nights.
And now its time for you
to renounce the old ways
and see a new dawn rise.
In former days
the masks were raised
when the god came down
from off the mountain,
and a sacrifice was made
for they knew the day of wrath
was fast apporaching.
Just like yesterday, before the war
John Francis Dooley
the scapegoat has run
all our sins are disowned,
and now it's time for you
to take off thy mask
and cross the Rubicon.
If you and I were one
within the eyes of our designs
it would still not change
the fact of our leaving.
For tonight we must leave
with the first gentle breeze
for the Isles of Ken we are assailing
Just like Ullyses, on an open sea.
On an oddysey of self discovery.
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By alaindelon
Finally, I cried when I listened to "The Serpent's Egg", here more than any other.
The Serpent's Egg is a single piece, a single celestial work of Art where emotions and sounds intertwine into a single, unified thing.
