Godspeed You! Black Emperor
Lift Yr. Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven

I climb onto the great chariot of wonders and I will observe all around the beauty with relief and a far different suggestion from the usual.

No, I wasn't referring to the preliminaries of the now imminent carnival festivities. It would be good to forget the earthly dimension, at least for a moment. The moment (so to speak!) that it takes the chariot led by GYBE to make you face a thousand storms that lead to floods and phlegmatic yet ephemeral calms that rock the agitated hearts of the most daring travelers.
This is what the sonic alternations of this music imply, playing on the alternations of dynamics. Soft, loud, soft, very soft, soft, loud, very loud. And in this, it might even be reminiscent of classical music. But the suspicion almost immediately dissolves. GYBE navigates in the immensities of intimate post-rock that flows into the scores of Philip Glass(!?). It’s a harsh definition but, ultimately, it might work.

“Levez Vos Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven” consists of four monumental and solemn episodes of about twenty minutes each. The whole thing is divided into two discs and packaged splendidly. So much so that the cardboard of the digipack-like case is pleased with the admirable artwork.
In short, nothing to consume in a flash. Nothing to enjoy the enticing reverberations of the bath when humming a few notes in the shower. This work (because it is indeed a work) has a very different caliber, with all due respect to the catchiness offered by other music. It has the ability (as grandiloquent as it is but still) to transport the listener to unexplored shores.
These shores are unknown, and while initially, this may be intimidating, once experienced, one does not want to escape from them anymore. Because the rest, what one thinks of understanding, is worse.

Of course, it's not an easy listen. These tracks make their real ace the expansion, but also the most recognizable limit, if you will. It is well-known, however, that compositions of this kind require concentration more or less proportional to the willingness to travel that they promise.
Despite everything, encouraging giving up can only cause harm. Therefore, I wouldn't even discourage this product from punk followers, to mention a genre at random. “Levez Vos Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven” deserves attention. And with it, the GYBE who allow us to temper our imagination as much as possible, a fundamental principle for those who pursue art (does the name William Blake ring a bell?).

And then, after all, post-rock devotees will have one of the absolute pinnacles of the entire genre in their hands. Indie-rockers will find much to ignite over the feedback explosions worthy of the early Mogwai. Conservatory students, with their ears sweetly buzzing, will assimilate the fact that perhaps the Rai orchestra is not the only solution.
And everything else around will not need further explanation. It will be content with a most noble privilege such as daydreaming. Weeping for the boundless magnificence.
Having said that, I can only show them my gratitude and climb back onto the chariot.