To the classic journalistic question: "what is music for you?" the answers are often similar and overused; in rare cases, however, they are original and still represent a truthful conception.
Whether they are clichés or premeditated to make one appear more interesting and innovative, when analyzing the various opinions, we cannot help but find the concept of "emotion" as a common denominator among them. There are different interpretations through which it is explained, but if I were to summarize them, I would say they can be identified in the following phrases: "Music as a container of emotions, music as emotion, music as a release of emotions." Each person's personal experience leads them to lean towards one or another view of this relationship, but it remains undeniable that it is accepted by everyone as existing.
This philosophical premise is to talk to you about The Gathering more than the album in question. This group has markedly changed its stylistic coordinates since its inception, creating albums that are sometimes quite surprising for fans and listeners. For instance, moving from listening to "Nighttime Birds" to "How to measure a Planet?" and enjoying both works certainly means having an open musical mindset, because even though there are only a few years between the conception of these two albums, the same temporal measurement doesn't seem possible to contain within it such a drastic musical variation.
From the stylings of death and gothic metal, the Rutten brothers and their associates quickly found themselves composing material influenced by Radiohead, Portishead, and Massive Attack without losing their distinctive touch that had made them stand out to critics as a more than interesting entity since their beginnings. Many have accused them of "commercialization" for lightening their sound, but I hope it's clear to everyone that a record is not "commercial" just because there are no distorted guitars; indeed, there are embarrassingly many heavy but "commercial" records!
If this consideration is not enough as an answer, it could be added that after the realization of the double "How to..." to continue the new musical path, made up of experimentation on melodic and never banal carpets, the group had to leave the record label that would have preferred a continuation of the much more lucrative gothic path given the popularity of bands like Nightwish and Evanescence, with their distorted guitars, yet decidedly more commercial in their presumed artistic intents compared to ours.
And it is here that "If_Then_Else" is placed, the last album before the split with the record label and the creation of their own label, Psychonaut Records. In the album, it's easy to notice an attempt in the production phase to make the sound heavier after the relaxation of the previous work, but no distortion can change the dreamlike sensation the notes attempt to gift us, even in their initial restlessness. Neither can the prominence of instruments, emphasized during mixing in the more relaxed segments (for example "Amity"), cancel the sonic blend laid like a warm silk scarf around the vocalist Anneke van Giersbergen's throat.
These interventions by the record label aimed at avoiding the loss of a certain trademark and a potential money-making machine are more than understandable if one considers a record as a mere object for sale. Still, in this case, those who composed it do not think the same way, and so, watching from the sidelines during the concretization of their own notes, during mixing and mastering while everything is reworked by others, these guys must not have liked it. Fortunately, I would add. From this need for freedom comes the break with Century Media and the unfolding of a renewed expressive freedom that since then has offered us three gems like "Souvenirs," "Black Light District (EP)," and "Home."
I know, so far I haven't really talked about the album, but I believe that neither the analysis of the tracks nor various comments are necessary in this case. In fact, it's much more important to understand, in my opinion, how much the situation experienced during the recordings counted in the choices that The Gathering made after this album. So, in addition to the information about the realization that I have mentioned multiple times, to give you a sense of a fleeting listen, I can tell you that this music manages to embrace like the hug of a loved one and with its sweet warmth cradles every little pain of the mind.
These are relaxed sensations, but studied in detail not to be prolix and redundant. Music for dreamlike journeys, but composed with one's head on the music sheets. A mystical experience more than a listening, but mysticism as a tension towards the divine inherent in nature. In short, here you breathe the reality of dreams and understand why my premise; I don't know what your opinion is on the connection between music and emotion, but, trust me, you'll surely feel the latter listening to The Gathering.
I add, with a few words, that if I could make a quantification, I would say that 85% of the credit for this emotional whirlpool and such a marked musical evolution goes to the singer Anneke van Giersbergen and that miracle of her voice (I deliberately decided to mention it only at the end, otherwise just mentioning her more often would have triggered in me the desire to idolize this woman, something I'm currently risking doing!).
To conclude, I would say this album is recommended to listeners of more melodic music, post-rock and trip-hop, and to those who want to feel their head lovingly cradled.
However, if possible, it is better to listen to it after becoming slaves of that masterpiece of its successor "Souvenirs," which in the production of The Gathering themselves makes its added value.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Shot to Pieces (04:10)
What fine judgement I see
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
if it hadn't been shot to pieces
Shot to pieces
What secret music do I hear
upon the drums of my ear
What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn
03 Amity (05:57)
The torture won't part you
Motherly breast won't warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth
why is it so loud, this sound?
All the sense your are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?
Restless is carrying fever
burning you to pieces
In search and need of a friend
Will I bow down to this in the end?
I lay in the hands of my maker
and I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight... it's a fight...
The torture won't part you
Mothers lap can't seem to warm you
You strain, you climb up and frown
Why is it so loud, This down?
All the sense you are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?
I lay in the hands of my maker
And I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight... it's a fight
07 Analog Park (06:05)
In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit.
A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.
I see the sign, it's on the road
and I think it's crazy
In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch.
The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.
You see the sign, it's on the road
but I think you're crazy
You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief
As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isn't there,
You see the signs, they're on the road
but I think it's crazy
You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief
08 Herbal Movement (04:10)
The fabric softener of the mind
makes everything easy
and we slide down
Slide over, you
The fabric softener of the mind
makes everything lazy
and we dive down
Slide over, you
09 Saturnine (05:11)
The day you went away
You had to screw me over
I guess you didn't know
all the stuff you left me with
is way too much to handle
But I guess you don't care
You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time
Whatever on earth possessed you
to make this bold decision
I guess you don't need me
While whispering those words
I cried like a baby
hoping you would care
You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time
You don't have to preach
all the time
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By vlkodlak
Few bands open their hearts to serve it on a twelve-centimeter-diameter platter.
If_then_else breaks free definitively from its metallic chains and produces entirely new music, a music made of emotions as well as sounds.