The "Dying Bride" is still among us.
And my desire for death resurfaces once more.
Sister death is present everywhere in this collection from the English; starting from the funeral cover of that livid color. A digipack that opens to a cross, staying on theme.
And we arrive at the long compositions that smell of Gothic-Doom-Death Metal. A stagnant, slow, and spectral music; My Dying Bride have no rivals and know no other musical creed. They envelop you in their infinite and dark coils made of chilling notes; it has always been this way with them, since the very distant beginnings of the early nineties.
The eight minutes of "She Is The Dark" once again demonstrate the uniqueness of a band that has very rarely made missteps; a song that highlights Aaron's vocals, at first clean, declamatory, then veering toward a stormy and emaciated growl, leaving one stunned in listening.
There is room for the brief Death Metal burst of "Catching Feathers" taken from one of the group's early demos; the interminable "Two Winters Only" pays homage to their darker side, with that violin sound that suddenly appears from nowhere and accompanies the electricity of a guitar: the call of gloomy and terrifying death has never been so evident.
We are at the end; the concluding cover I never expected to hear: it is "Roads" by Portishead. They provide a most worthy interpretation: the solemn and dark atmospheres typical of My Dying Bride meeting and marrying (a not entirely accidental term...) the decadent Trip Hop of the Bristol band. Spine-chilling everywhere.
Ad Maiora.