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Rating: Is there a limit to pain? To the contortions of the soul? To the mysteries of the deepest uncertainties?
These twelve tears eviscerate hope, martyr the carcasses of impossible dreams, whisper the screaming solitude. But they do it with grace, with elegance, tenderly slapping astonished listeners, sucking out their hidden emotions, transforming them into sweet, misty nightmares. "Martyre" is a long walk among dry leaves of damp paths, puddles of stagnant sadness, old houses with walls wounded by cracks, it is the gaze of a young woman with blonde hair, with crystal-green eyes but with a desolate and inconsolable expression. The Copenhagen sextet surpasses the limits of elegance, crosses the boundaries of a genre clung to overused patterns, sweeps away in a tornado of notes that shine with nostalgic purity. This without overdoing it, without relying on choristers, flutists, forced female warbles but with the sheer devastating power of their instruments, the skill of a chameleon-like vocalist, keyboards like drops of frost. All the tracks should be mentioned for the elegance-intensity combination. "Inflame thy heart" shines for a guitar work of crystalline class, penetrating melodies, and incisive yet harmonious singing. Fantastic "Empty handed" with its riffing reminiscent of "Draconian times" by the Lost, softer and more thoughtful "Noir" and "A poem" where Larsen and Poulsen's crying guitars inflict burning wounds. The wonder is reached by the lonely ballad "Thou art free" and the very catchy anthem of "Lost my way". The first is the delicacy of a Scandinavian sunset transformed into notes of acoustic beauty and vocalizations like sighs of a solitary lover. In the second, the riffing reveals groove, power with an enveloping rhythm section. Singer Thomas does a great job interpreting and enriching it with cleans on the edge of dark-pop (Depeche Mode). The remaining tracks are beautiful too, where the furious elegance of "Loss" stands out like a scarred yet still solemn, sober, and granitic statue. Prestigious pianos, caresses of classical guitar, and still the deep, guttural screaming sweetly awkward hooked by the really stratospheric closing leads.
A true work, a tormenting journey through lands of gloomy climates, stormy seas, gusty winds. Whispers and screams from a world of infinite melancholy. A perfect soundtrack for a Bergman film.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Noir (05:34)
Tears to fill the despair
dreams to hunt forever
so fill up my cup with emptiness again
and chase those blackenened dreams on
more time
Nevertheless I'm gone
The drone of snow
as i breathe every second of your nearness
so fill my cup with despair again
and dream those blackened dream one
more time
Nevertheless I'm gone
Help me change
change the pain
my sadness never sleeps
I walk the lonely mile
should I forget your face?
and cast away my dreams?
should I walk away?
would I walk forever?
Nevertheless I'm gone
07 Thou Art Free (04:36)
Look towards the forest
and meet your insignificance
feel the warmth of the ancient fires
look towards the forest
There won't be no tonight
the world dies with her
There won't be no tonight
she's long gone
" Love is dead and thou art free
she doth live but dead to thee "*
Look towards the raven
as he flies away in the dark
look towards the night
that took your love away
There won't be no tonight
the world dies with her
There won't be no tonight
she's gone forever
" Love is dead and thou art free
she doth live but dead to thee "*
[*Robert Deveraux, Earl of Essex]
10 Loss (In Memoriam) (06:50)
Vast outstreched diamond lakes in the sky
the mighty stillness of mountains
rain will fall - maybe forever
winds of mercy, I hope
will take me far from this...
...This desolate place
And I fear you're love will fade away
And I fear there's no end to this pain
And I fear your heart has turned away
And I fear I won't see you again
And in the night I often turn to the starres
this diamond lake of tears
and I think back
when you and I were one
Under this...
...this desolate sun
And I cry for that broken dream
And I cry for for the absence of your love
And I cry for your broken word
And I cry for the loss of your light
In the season of night let it come
that the raven may gueard upon thee
and when pursued by snow, rain, wind
and darkness let it come that I see
with the celestial eyes of bright wisdom
- from the Tibetan Book of the Dead
And I wish your hand were in mine
And I wish that all is not lost
And I hope that whereever you're fine
And I know I miss you all to much
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