Review Summary: Do you feel restless when you realize you're alive?
*Ace Ventura voice* Do not go in there!
Our hero inches closer to the edge of the dirt and gazes yonder into the calm, subdued waters of the GIRLPOOL.
I don't believe in A god. god is a concept pieced together by ancient societies to instill moral values and fear into the hearts of the amoral and weak. A composite celestial being. I also don't believe in HP Lovecraft's depictions of THE ANCIENT ONES, but I fear and revere them more than any composite human god.
The mind is filled with fear and sadness. Fear of dying, and the inherent sadness of existing when some other sad soul could have easily existed in your place. This fear and sadness coalesce into an internal drive. To be something; to make something of yourself; to ensure that your existence is inherently validated; to get your life validated by the parking lot guy outside of Legal Sea Foods.
All of this to say that these are not new thoughts. These are thoughts that were thought and argued and discussed. We have all felt these thoughts and we have considered them. But even if we had the time to think about these for a second and push them to the back of our minds, up stroll two sad minstrels to the town square, a guitar and a bass to the each of them, and they start performing.
The absence of a drum kit, which represents the pulsing, forward moving kick of life leaves the songs in an odd dust of sadness & revelation. The drooping, plodding bass sets the mood and the guitar either broods along or dances around in a macabre, somber routine. The vocals intertwine, harmonize, and ultimately bounce off of each other to generate a void of being.
Everything is unsettling and displacing, but the lyrics drive home the feeling of isolation. It's oddly comforting. Ruminations on the quirks of existing and being, even after an old friend has been dispatched into the void are feats of strength in a world always trying to delay the inevitable.
