Through me you go into the city of woe,
Through me you go into eternal pain,
Through me you go among the lost people.

Justice moved my high maker;
Divine power made me,
The supreme wisdom and the first love.

Before me nothing was created
Unless eternal, and I endure eternally.
Abandon all hope, you who enter.

Imagine your life flowing peacefully, beautiful house, great job, no issues with alcohol, a spouse and kids straight out of a Mulino Bianco commercial.
Imagine living in a state of repulsive tranquillity.
Imagine this tranquillity being disrupted by the blows of a distorted bass. The journey begins...
If a death trip ends the moment we die, here we are beyond the death trip, in an improbable afterlife scattered with indigo-colored clouds and gloomy, somber places, followed by the sound of a slow, relentless, inexorable drum machine just like death.
The feeling at the end of each track is precisely that of falling, emptiness, solitude, trying to cling to a voice that always seems too distant and elusive, yet somehow reassuring. Each track equates to a new mystical experience, with the same distant voice guiding us through the darkest recesses of an unspecified place inside our skull, in a long coma with no happy ending.

This is how Have A Nice Life started their career, just back in 2008. A double concept album in which, the Connecticut duo, fuses dark sounds between gothic and industrial, with ethereal sounds in the style of My Bloody Valentine. A concept album that, according to them, has as its main theme the spirituality of death and includes a 75-page booklet written especially by a university professor. In my opinion a must-have of contemporary music.

Tracklist and Videos

01   A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut (07:53)

02   Bloodhail (05:40)

03   The Big Gloom (08:06)

04   Hunter (09:45)

05   Telefony (04:38)

06   Who Would Leave Their Son Out in the Sun? (05:19)

07   There Is No Food (04:00)

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By imaginarydis

 "Have a Nice Life’s Deathconsciousness leaves you breathless inside a gothic cathedral in the company of all the aforementioned milestones."

 "This work of pure perfection... carries melancholy like pure affection, like pure love, almost as if it were an essential genetic factor."