ADVENTURES IN ANHEDONIA

'Beach Walker' starts latent, dark and cold, a raw, raw sound reminiscent of Rival Suns, a hint of Riverside, Anathema and the Gathering, it makes a nice soup. A soft tone that swells becoming provocative, hard rock sprinkled with a crystalline piano before leaving on this plaintive flight boosted by Lars' noisy pads. 'Anhedonia' on the same plot, softness that moves in abrupt tone; a slide guitar and a clear piano without affect, as the title states. 'Binary' in an encore repetita with this dark and illuminated piano at the start, musical dichotomy; an ambient, atmospheric mid-tempo, let's note the pure, crystalline, detached sound, let's note the echo caused by this melancholic air full of emotion with the aerial spleen guitar. The feeling of listening to the title in the distance with a contained latency and the mysterious air that I found on the prog albums of Dire Straits. 'The Mind' continues, acoustic guitar on the border between the Spanish side and the US slide; the tone is meant to be bluesy with an austere violin before going on the bewitching vintage heavy air, reminiscent of solos by Lesoir. 'Walk Towards the Sun' for the dark, viscous ballad, with a rarefied atmosphere; Adrian's voice makes you shiver, the rhythm jumps and the solo swoons to provoke emotion and the desire to keep hope.

'Landwaster' robotic intro, electronic with synthetic pads that pile up; a ersatz of basic atmospheric music, a raw voice that searches for itself for a hesitant crescendo, exploding into a tribal air reminiscent of the metallic riffs of Rammstein. 'The Moment I Stopped Caring' with the vibrant acoustic guitar, again the western and the delicate air, an anathematic rock lullaby; a restful title wandering in our minds. 'Hole' as in lack, acoustic guitar and dark violin, haunting voice for the romantic-melancholic ballad. The ode to emptiness, to absence, to the need for presence, an icy melody, an energetic firebrand, an intoxicating solo supported by the classical orchestration and the intimate title of the album: magnificent. 'Plastic Animals' as a devastating finale; a long and slow deadly crescendo that bursts from everywhere, honor to Lars' arms, Adrian's fingers, Brendan's to broadcast this refined piece rising to put in a trance; an epic piece that swells and forces respect by creating frenetic; the acoustic outro symbolizing a better end that will not really take place.

Nine Stones Close releases their second act this year, with meditative lyrics about the guitarist's trauma and the same icy atmosphere as the cover. Originally on Progcensor (3.5).