Envy
Recitation

Look, it's snowing.

Impossible, the peach trees are in bloom.

The roofs of the ancient temples are all covered with a soft blanket. The flakes fall slowly, settling on the peach blossoms, embracing them, and together they let themselves fall. The Last Hours of Eternity are like this, they pass by slowly, almost pleasantly, they put you at peace with the world, they're like warm tears that gently trickle down. And when the storm rages, it doesn't seem to touch you, wrapped as you are in that sweet and nostalgic aura.

If to the comforting arpeggios of Mono or Explosions In The Sky you add the desperate fury of vintage emocore, at worst you get something unlistenable, a sweet-salty mix that goes neither up nor down. But if the ingredients are mixed correctly, if you manage to sketch scenarios where anger and peace coexist, but where the latter cannot completely overshadow the former, then the snow will fall on the blooming peach trees.