Weighing Souls with Sand - the third studio album, The Angelic Process - the music ties in the border dimensions, like Dante's hell, is composed of nine parts (not including the last, hidden track) with the word neurotic beauty. LP opens over dziewięciominutowe, powerfully sounding The Promise of Snakes . Vapors heavy cylindrical sounds emerge from silence, without haste, after a while we begin to hear the percussion, and more specifically: the cyclically repeated shocks, which emphasize the passage of time and make it begin to wait.
The Angelic Process Weighing Souls with Sand, Roadburn Records, 2007
The journey begins with " Weighing souls with sand " is a kind, musical picture of calm before the storm, disturbed, and smeared on the potent imagination. Suddenly I begin to reach the strange - as if trapped behind a wall of guitars - voice. The atmosphere turns apocalyptic, and the calm before the storm, rather than change the storm, is transformed into the expectation of something much more intense. Had had "whack" meteor shower? Terrifying and beautiful at the same time a trailer, really rarely happens so charming introduction. Another song ( Million Year Summer ) "painted" was dirt and conflagration; showered filings pain, anxiety, depression, disappointment and grief that ultimately sublimate into aggression. Hot spots of sound and screams, which is impossible to describe or understand. In further compositions of the picture is getting more hallucinogenic (In Dying In A-Minor nearly spills), rhythm suffers an epileptic seizure, sounds very distorted guitars begin to brew, and the vocals - more and more stripped of their humanity - becoming one of the instruments (and cleaner comprehensible it gets only Burning In The Undertow Of God , then disappears for good "). After the ninth track ( Mouvement: The Smoke of Her Burning ) followed by total silence (divided into seven parts czterosekundowych) and after it starts wybrzmiewać "para-epilogue" entitled How to Build a Time Machine which crowns all the way: the end of the smell, the lights in the tunnel can be seen as a snapshot of the past hang on the inside of the eyelids as images on the walls. Clinical death?
Music The Angelic Process blanked from reality, absorbs and spits in nadrealność. The repeated with minor variations at each repetition, short, melodic phrases destruction of man trapped in time and space make that fall into a trance and begin to see beauty in the madness, and that a framework of good and evil scatter into dust. From time to time it gets a bit quieter, but just to another grad sounds planted much more havoc. Before you start listening to recommend to lie and break the hourglass, allow her to bleed to sand, close your eyes and drown in kilograms of musical color.
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