THE EMPYREAN EQUATION OF THE LONG LOST THINGS

'The Empyrean Equation of the Long Lost Things' with the soaring piano arpeggio opening, the spleen tune of Anathema, the storm in the distance; the deafening riff, the keyboard of Alessandro, new replacement for Günter, and the vocal choirs are imposing; emotion, solos, epic symphony, return of their original creation; final louder to silence the provocative detractors and those of metal who had forgotten them. 'My Icarian Flight' with Andy at the helm setting the tone on a warm, intoxicating, melodic track; the touch is there, the bass suddenly brings the break with organ and guitar solo, you would say you are in a Dream Theater with this duo displayed; the finale on the bewitching and metronomic Vanden Plas touch. 'Sanctimonarium' with the intro one minute flat to heat up the atmosphere; Andy gently, the symphonic riff which will leer on vintage prog metal with the Hammond, it feels like a remake of Deep Purple from the 2020s; the synth wants to be modern before letting the Teutonic riff come back in force, with pads stamped 12.7; the elegiac finale to deliver the fatal blow, the air of Epica younger than them.

'The Sacrilegious Mind Machine' tumbles in, sharp heavy riff; a minute to forget time before leaving on the tune calibrated melodic prog metal with choirs and hearts, just bleeding; the riff more cutting than that you die, Andy which lacerates, the synth which tears; soothing melodic-acoustic break before returning 20mm cannon riff; the organ still there to cause confusion and melt. 'They Call Me God' for the piano arpeggio ballad, remembering the group's enjoyable orchestral drifts; a plaintive guitar that we found on the Anathema, a sampled violin to cast doubt; the romantic ballad is played as often with a moving guitar solo before the rise to a divine Kashmiri tune; effective, simple, pompous, epic. ' March of the Saints ' heavy intro to the progressive track at heart; adding time gives breaks, heaviness, desired repetitions which can become redundant; piano interlude break before returning to the calibrated riff, the supercharged drums and the syncopated bass; the orchestration becomes bombastic with the guitar solo and Andy's bewitching voice eyeing a musical maelstrom; the final crystalline piano recalls the neo-classical sound.

Vanden Plas releases a melancholic opus, epic sticky spleen of heavy dark and enlightened with its elegiac, epic and crescendic scents; a fusion of feelings, of emotions for a conventional prog metal which has not aged a bit but which does not bring much of anything unique, a good repeat opus full of technical prowess which makes our past resonate. Originally on ProgCensor!