Godspeed You! Black Emperor
'Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend!

LA RECENSIONE

10 years of freeze frame.

And what results is a photo printed with all the details. Not a snapshot of the moment of return. A report of a black hole that bleeds from the edges. In this photo, there is nothing ethereal. There is only so much, an overwhelming amount of noise that gradually crumbles the walls of the skull. It's a very high step that leads to a ruined temple where one stops to pray for the souls of the dead. "Mladic" is this staircase, a prayer mantra that begins to grow and explodes after 6 minutes of tension, exploding into circular, Middle Eastern mantras, thick layers of violent and heavy electricity that open to guitar desperations that soar until they meet a blunt folklore, tin percussion, another street photo, of city rituals.

The tension is tinged with gray in the monumental "We Drift Like Worried Fire", introduced by dramatic environments that call to a very strained time, a guitar that dances like a frightened fire on a straight and dry drum, flitting strings create uniquely splendid patterns, opening to positivity and hope that explodes in the sun joining the six strings, then returning to ground itself and rediscover the initial shades, the skins are nervously beaten, translating into "rock" symptoms and closing into a final chamber movement.

And everything ends, losing itself in a sea of drones black as pitch, the last track, the last part of an immense photo, enlarged to such an extent that one has to step back for kilometers to fully appreciate it, it is a calm sea but hides under its electric waters the terror of something in waiting. Something that has returned.