Líam
Journey... Two Years and a Fragment

I will be brief.

The marriage between shoegaze, post-rock, and black metal is not a reality present only in France.
In the same way, in Germany there are not only Lantlos.

Naivety, or perhaps genuine simplicity. Simplicity in the riffs, in the attitude. Straight to the goal (the heart), like Cupid's arrow. Sounds that screech among themselves. Noise, perhaps confusion. But at the same time... how much harmony. How much peace. Almost tender. Undulating. Sinuous. Soft. Dreamy. It's like melancholic post-rock played by Darkthrone guitars using the bow, like Jonsi. It's a strange blend of black metal sounds that feed off shoegaze enchantment. And it's all so simple....
No need to hesitate, to complicate life over notes that overlap, but just close your eyes for a moment, feel transported away, abandoned in the void of an icy sea. And so "Born", which starts with a humble mood, proceeds hammering, tapping on our hearts, and dissolves, like an ancestral perfume, into the impressions of "Wide". And we think: are they too naive for me? Too decadent? Maybe boring? It's not like that. Because "A Decision" only needs a few chords to awaken us from lethargy. A few small notes that can act like few others. And finally, we realize our fragility... It takes so little to tear our heart apart! Guitars as mosquito-like as ethereal, a drum that proceeds in the flow of emotions and the bass that pulses here and there in the intervals, while behind us the rainbow rises.
But there couldn't miss a few minutes of inner peace; for this, there is Air. That seems to doze off, but then awakens. Like flowers in spring. More atmospheric than ever. The flow of music, the flow of thoughts, the flow within ourselves, unstoppable.

But this album is divided in two. The only two EPs ever released by the band brought together in a single disc. So we have "My Journey To The Sky", pure atmospheric post-rock. But then the second part of the work, "Two Years And A Fragment", enters. The dream fades, a shadow of resigned anger enters. The black metal essence of "Debris" enters, leaving a mark like softened Shining. Less evil and desperate, perhaps just... resigned. That screams with their mouth, but with their eyes, they contemplate the sky. And the clean vocal choirs lift them ever higher, towards the moon. Sure, it's raining. But what does it matter? "It can't rain all the time." A strange blend of depression and hope closes the disc, in the sustaining guitars of "Etienne" and in the all-encompassing atmosphere of "Particles".
It's over. Sure, I've heard better. But these guys succeeded in making me dream. They succeeded with little.

No, there is not only France. And in Germany, there are not only Lantlos.

Dream.