Finally, one of the most melancholic and intriguing albums of the Finnish '90s scene is available again on CD !
Languid sensations of searing nostalgia pierce the hearts of lost souls, drifting among the blurred glimmers of impalpable horizons. Dead leaves sink into the muddy paths of wooded lands, distant and forever forgotten. Like tears of radiant melancholy, silent tributaries flow into the river of betrayed passion, of emotions burning in the crackling hearth that illuminates the darkest nights.
If lament has a meaning, it explodes in an orgasm of sounds, echoes faded by a love sadly lost. A love clung to with the fragile strength of nails broken by the most lacerating anguish, screaming despair to the winds of silence, to the currents of abandonment. And no one listens, because among the branches of oblivion, the goddess of pain bestows eternal torment, an irrevocable exile to the lands of unhappiness, where the roars of deformed ogres erase the memory of sweet feminine choirs. There are few words left to describe the dazzling splendor of this work, tormented by the solemn progression of slow notes drowning in the deepest dismay. Ivory keys embrace the delicate six-string, at times "electrically" agitated, at times soft and acoustic; Gregorian chants virtuously duet with the seductive femininity of a weeping maiden, while drowsy rhythms lazily support the eleven hymns to decadence presented here.
Classical music infused with virtuosic pianos, dreamy synths, and guitar echoes suspended between the darkest doom and Floydian solos give birth to a unique monolithic blend where melody reigns supreme. No space for metallic accelerations, no sign of life in the motionless drumming—only a bleak sense of burning defeat emphasized by the slowness of tracks that celebrate the funeral of hope. This, without the need for screams or shrieks, using harmonies of torturous sweetness that push the listener to the limits of sonic endurance, generating a chant of pure and profound gothic essence.
A well-deserved tribute goes to the individual, talented musicians, particularly to the penetrating Gregorian voice of Jukka Vuorinen (skilled in weaving highly emotional riffing) and to the crystalline warbles of guest Sini Koivuniemi, capable of conveying both delicate and tempestuous emotions. For an hour, surrender to the desolate caresses of this dark oblivion.
