VOID

"Wither" solemn, dark reverberating orchestration on electric guitar, for a soundscape bringing "Waves of Time" GATHERING sound for this strident guitar; a melancholic prog metal tune that drips with post-rock; a progressive space, latency of sound leaving on the storm, swirling and invasive, oozing the lamentation of the last ANATHEMA. "Burning" more sedate, metronomic; a wave of swelling notes, amplified by the buzzing drums over the barren landscape left by the flames; sinister decadent post rock. "Falling Apart" with acoustics and a phrased vocal, a synth forcing the melancholic air, collapse of notes with the arrival of the nostalgic, devastating electric solo. "This Red Sky" with a dramatic, solemn intro; the drums set the tempo before the electric guitar rips off the extended scores; heavy, evil air of the death that raged, blood remaining the only proof; only a prolonged 'ah' will disrupt this mantra from beyond the grave with its heavy post-apocalyptic crescendo, the finale veering into dark doom where one could imagine a growl voice.

"Oblivion" its bubbling sound, voice reminiscent of SIGUR ROS, the guitar on a dark, monolithic HABITANTS; viscous feeling of not being able to get better despite the struggle of wanting to get out of it. The sound of yesteryear shows the proven morbid aspect which seems inevitable, on a progressive dark wave. "Small Ideas" continues, same line with added depressive choruses; the guitars are more unstructured, giving a pale reflection and the melancholy leans towards the tunes of TENHI and KAUAN; the finale returns to conventional and reverberating post rock with saturated guitar, making it addictive in a final decadent grindcore. "Farm of Lights" changes climate with a cathedral air; his soaring, latent, alarming end-of-the-world vocalizations of Thomas recalling the sung title of Klaus SCHULZE; ethereal atmosphere on the early FLOYD, finally eyeing those of the first COMA ROSSI. Dreamlike and majestic, the best. "In Circles" archaic and crystalline piano, heavy electric guitar, everything is in place to conclude this lugubrious journey with this lunar crescendo where the drums print the deadly La to come out healing; a little voice sprinkled in and the musical clarity is imprinted in your head.

COMA ROSSI had to recover to go from 5 to 2 members; like a funeral testament, the sound leaves the listener stunned, haggard. Originally on Profilprog.