From the moment The Place Where The Black Stars Hang begins, this fact is abundantly clear. Subconsciously, or perhaps in reality, something is humming. Something incredibly deep and vast, perhaps something alive. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
A slight hint of thunder is heard, far off in the distance. You begin to wonder, could it be? Suddenly a louder, shorter lived hum announces its unique presence, only to vanish once you begin to take notice. The noise of great distances, and the noise of speed is the only comfort to your ears. Perhaps you're dreaming, perhaps you're flying through the dark parts of the universe, passing entities both wonderful and dreadful to behold. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
All sense of time is gone, there is no counting seconds here. Attempts at tracking the sound of passing heavenly bodies is shattered by the abrupt existence and subsequent death of far louder, closer noises. All the while the hum continues, never leaving. Never comforting. Slowly the hum is accompanied by a heartbeat, and for a moment comfort is almost within your reach. A sound, one as if air was singing of sorrow and wandering incredibly dark, empty halls replaces the beating sounds of life. Smothers them, searching ever on. Perhaps it will find you and call you friend. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
The hum is now your companion, part of you, all that you know and hold dear. Throughout your ordeal the hum is constant, though other sounds make brief appearances only the hum, only your God, remains. The feeling of distance and speed is gone now, replaced with one of meandering and listlessness. The air that sung through those vast halls now beckons you again, the hum seemingly voicing acceptance. You move on, through the absence of time into spaces no man has ever reached. Into places no man has ever dreamed. As you follow the beating of life suddenly enters your hearing, could this be the beat you heard before? The air is gone now, the sense of wandering spaces vanished. Only the heartbeat, and a feeling of great weight above your head remains. You move forward, though it seems as if walls must be brushing your shoulders at any time. The hum begins to grow louder as you press on. Perhaps you've found God. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
I have the original, one track version of this; it always makes me think of being alone. Review is pretty much stream of thought, hence the every lengthening paragraphs, short sentences/fragments, and the repetition.
@ Acanthus - no problem bro. Yes it worked very well. I enjoyed your metaphorical and descriptive approach. The contrast
you laid out felt like a lot of Tool lyrics where the interpretation is left to the consumer. It was very poetic in a sense and I
could tell you were passionate about what you felt, and honest. These kind of albums can be hard to describe in a literal way
so I felt the route you took was perfect bro.
i really dont like this style of reviewing - the review doesnt add anything to your summary - and the perhaps perhaps not is just annoying. im still grateful cos i appreciate having a thread for a lustmord album though
this is better than heresy, but carbon core is better than this i think
Just listened to this last night for the first time. Very cool that you just reviewed it. And yeah, the sense of loneliness is just oppressive. Every sound is suggestive and gives a sense of setting and mood better than most any ambient I've heard.
@sif - thanks for the honesty sir, I knew when writing it that many would find parts or the whole thing annoying, but I am glad about the renewed Lustmord interest as well. I could have reviewed it seriously, it just didn't interest me as much as trying my hand at this.
I need to get more of his work, but I really feel like it's walking a fine line between great and subpar releases; I've got this, Heresy, and Other.