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Rating: Can you describe an album, "Lift Your Burdens High For This Is Where We Cross," that feels like a punch to the chest? Can you talk about a band, The Saddest Landscape, calling them emo when every day we are submerged by stereotyped and MTV-ized images unloading tons of glossy pop onto the poor listener, passing it off as the much-debated and over-cited genre? Well, that's what I'm about to do, hoping, at least in part, to succeed.
The album opens with violence, "The Fashion Magazines Have Succeeded," immediately giving a clear idea of what to expect from a work of this genre; the voice bursts into the ears with desperate screams that seem disconnected, the rhythm is frantic, hysterical until the tense and vibrating riffs slow down to make way for the endless sweetness of "A Statue Of A Girl (May 15th)," a small tear in the sea of desolation, ("it was all just an effort to make sure i would notice you as if i wasnt watching your every move").
"Forty Four Sunsets," where slow and measured arpeggios continuously intertwine with vocals always on the verge of emotional collapse, a collapse that in "Kiss Like A Miracle" is reached and surpassed, touching the peak of nervousness and neurosis tolerable to then decay, slowly fading when reaching "The Sixth Golden Ticket," where, on slow and melancholic guitar notes, a distant drum struggles to insert itself, then overwhelms the melody with the usual violence and suddenly dies out, leaving silence and a single voice, a scream that trembles and falls silent.
"These are my dreams all coming true and i must have played that message one thousand times just to hear... just to hear...just to hear your voice before..before... i went... i went to sleep..."
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