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THE REVIEW
The silence lasts only a few, imperceptible moments. The emptiness of the day gives way to the flow of a cold, expressionless light..
A light that tears flesh, that exhausts every form of narration. Slowly and painfully, the processional litany of "Tom violence" marches on, a nihilistic anthem.. sweet surprise of body, nudity, corruption, sensitivity. Another brief moment of silence to catch our breath, terrified in the face of such intangible and painful beauty, when we are caught in flight. The abyss of the first track now gives way to the catharsis of "Shadow of a doubt", three and a half minutes of panting pursuit, along hypnotic plots, of reflections leading by hand to drown in a lake of sweet oblivion. The Scream blends and merges with the spasmodic screeching of the primordial sound.. a neurotic vortex through which we contemplate and discover ourselves devoid of emotion, of soul, like in a fallen mirror, torn into fragments. We barely sigh, but there is no escape.. We are captured once more, forever, in an eternal coming undone..
"Star power" cuts, like a blade, through every thought in tears of light, naked, raw... Everything then seems about to fall into despair, yet we remain inexplicably balanced, lulled by the colorless flow of the tracks, missing silences... The pieces penetrate the veins like needles, annihilate, carry neither meaning nor conceal any truth. Everything dissolves into nothingness, the alchemy of sound melds with the walls of life. The cries, the moans, and the obsessive melodies sung by Kim Gordon, a fallen angel, cloud perception.. The rhythmic session collapses on itself... The guitar of Thurston Moore howls of unspeakable, never-committed sins, lacerations, and agonies in narcissistic poses.. cold. "Madonna Sean and me" is a glimmer in the dark that is suffocated for lack of air.. Thus remains the testament of industrial American delirium... a Freudian nightmare... one's frightened animal nudity, having escaped from the gilded cage of the social machine...
The exhausted beast that is man, a new Narcissus, can only recognize himself on the shore of a lake of blood. . agonizes to the macabre sound of that Dadaist lullaby that is "Sicret girls"... the sound returns to silence, and nothing remains but to drown in the thoughtlessness of an existential nightmare.
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The review describes Sonic Youth's EVOL as a haunting, intense experience marked by raw emotion and nihilistic themes. Tracks like "Tom Violence" and "Shadow of a Doubt" evoke pain and reflection through a blend of noise and melody. The album's sound is depicted as cold yet captivating, mixing experimental guitar work with powerful vocals. Ultimately, EVOL is portrayed as a challenging but rewarding exploration of existential despair and artistic expression.
Sonic Youth
American experimental rock band formed in New York City in 1981. Core members across their most influential period included Thurston Moore, Kim Gordon, Lee Ranaldo and Steve Shelley; Jim O'Rourke later collaborated and is mentioned as an official member in reviews.66 Reviews
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By Gaspa
The album closes with 'Madonna, Sean And Me', which well summarizes everything: melody mixed with hypnotic guitars, moments of absolute calm and sonic hysterical crises.
Evol is a long psychedelic journey into territories unknown at the time, and despite the years it now carries, it is still very relevant.
By Takanibu
A distorted guitar and deafening percussion constitute the beginning of the ritual. I already know it’s going to be something extremely violent, yet a sensual female voice wraps me in a dark vortex.
In a matter of moments, I start to like this situation, in fact, I love it. It makes me feel perverse, dirty. But it’s one of those feelings you guard jealously, that you’re ashamed of, those feelings you want to hide from even yourself, uselessly.
