So Hideous, My Love...
To Clasp a Fallen Wish With Broken Fingers

The album cover...that blessed cover says it all...solitude, estrangement, decay... These are some of the emotions that, while listening to the album in question, catapult the listener into a cyclical vortex of calm and rage, implosion and explosion, black and white, fog and thunder, violins, and guitar strumming hitting the mind like a roar filled with wrath and anguish.

So Hideous, My Love know how to do it: the rarefied and blurred atmospheres, with evident classical and post-rock influences, that violently turn into an aggressive hardcore impulse where the voice screams painful words to the world, words that in the solitary and remote air of the album are lost forever, vanishing together with the "blind fury of the thunder" leaving room for the claustrophobic and alienating "calm of the fog"...are an excellent example...

...but the "fury of the thunder" will not vanish forever: in the 17 minutes duration of the album, with force and confusion, it will enter the hearts and souls of the listeners, carrying with it all the sensations and impressions gathered during the intimate and desolate listening.

It is nothing but hardcore...hardcore fury sublimated in an oppressive calm...