LIFT YOUR SKINNY FISTS LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN

Another collection of movements of supreme art, sublime and ethereal feeling, intense and disturbing soundscapes. Words are not needed when instruments express beauty and emotions so majestically, a heartbreaking cruzade of violins, trumpets, guitars and pounding rhythms, from ethereal subtle moments, haunting long-crescendos to vigorous rock explosions. This time, the band's usual intense feeling was on the format of long, transcendental mini-suites and evolved quite in a different manner.

Their vision is not always so catastrophic here, as seen on the opening "Storm" - it's even majesticfully joyfull, like a beautiful praise to the Planet's beauty. But the worst side of Human Being touch inevitably happens, expressed on its chaotic middle and heartbreaking distorted piano-driven grandiose final. "Static" continues this painfull retrospective analysis, a disturbing evolution of sound effects leading to a cathartic moan, as if it was the last chance to put things back, to save the World. The compelling "Sleep" is the point of return. While elevating their existencial anguish to its peak, it ends in a beautifully subtle appeal of hope, opening a door to the metaphysical introspective final ode "Antennas to Heaven".

GY!BE is the band which took post-rock to its highest symphonic level, reaching levels of profundity almost never seen in rock music. More again, a warning for the non-human part of Human Being.

Not everyone is able to understand a Beethoven's symphony, a Dostoievsky's book or a Picasso's artwork. As with these, GY!BE's eclectic music can only be understood by those who irradiate a great dose of human sensibility.