Gore
Wrede - the cruel peace

"We would like to thank those who hated us for keeping the fire burning, thank those who loved us for keeping alive the need to be warm, but most of our thanks go to our families who made sure we didn't get burned".

The dedication from Frankie Stroo (guitar), Marij Hel (bass), Joes Bently (guitar), Danny Arnold (drums), confuses where it's going, calling to action those who know and crafting labyrinths for those about to walk the path of abandonment for the first time.

Equally ambiguous is the note from the producers, Theo Van Eenbergen - Steve Albini - Gore, in stating that: "The entire album, in its entirety, was created from a purely positive vision of life. This in a spiritual as well as a physical sense. So it is possible to use this album only in a positive way. This purely positive approach is filtered from a purely negative foundation. Positive negativism: building from destroying, destroying from building"... Ergo, transforming the state of darkness we find ourselves in into a "nice" tan without the deceit of using protective creams.

The superb brutality of the musical journey unfolds on a sine wave with an amplitude that indicates the intensity of earthly life (below) and the life beyond (above), marking a definitive rhythm of a vibration that allows one to "live" on the vertical where everything is permitted. And where there is Light, there is divine chaos.

Surely, the photo of the four protagonists is anything but reassuring, giving the impression, with that sly lightning archangel look, of facing non-earthly humans. But, like the invitation to venture into the dark forest of the cover, the whole concept is disturbing, on the brink of constant, reactive unease. And the music, with its gargantuan presence, is always upon you with airs of a psychic barbarity generated by the clashes for the preservation or alteration of universal harmony.

And it must be said that when these duels happen, it's not like they start playing violins, the magnetic clamor is consistent with the energy exerted by the contenders. And therefore, one must unexpectedly consider that such a frenzied esoteric manifestation does not necessarily embrace the diabolic side, indeed it's possible to start getting familiar with the idea that some celestial entities are not all roses. And why not ponder over the discernment of parts?

To face adversaries wallowing in the utmost evil, the heavenly side cannot enter battle with a "bunch of flowers". And the astounding thing is that the apparent jumble of all this "noise" goes to play away from home, and the "cruel peace" is pursued by fighting hell with a shield of sanctity which, as an energy, impacts in the same primordial way the deepest Hades. It's quite heavy, humor is different here, but the apotheosis that comes to you after a few listens is unique.

The bloody confusion that the listening causes us is inversely proportional to the oldness of our soul baggage, the younger our eternity, the more we will flee by misunderstanding the sides of good and evil, the older, the more we will psychically support "the inscrutable designs of God". And if you've always postponed facing your fears, your nightmares, your ego's "certainties", in short, yourself, the "consumption" of this transcendent carnality will inevitably be indigestible and like an abduction, the unbearable images visualized by the Dutch quartet (flying from Venlo) will be frozen. Some veteran of this dimension, mistaken for a bodhisattva, will grasp the infinite duel raised in paroxysmal tension that will remain invisible to most.

The group confirms that for an ecstatic revelation the primordial explosion that created Everything from nothing remains the most reliable litmus test. Suggesting the inevitable solitude with our intimate universal judgment, Gore levels the perception of reality uncovering unspeakable truths and bringing their cherub black hole directly to the center of Hell. And if you choke on the majesty of an ancient of the ancient turned into sound, it's time you do some revisionism of your reincarnations to see who is serving your slavish predisposition towards "good feelings", after all, who is the prince of deception?

Four suites that give you no respite, that offer no escape, that mercilessly and hopelessly throw you into a zone of non-thought where the wall of unawareness is shattered by surges of friction coming from other dimensions. There are no holds, the novelty is so explosive that we endorse the compassion to embrace the refusal for all this sacred apotheosis laid on the table. And sticking to kitchen accessories, they have the lids, others do not...