Review Summary: Post-emo with a sense of urgency.
Music is my escapist addiction of choice. The age we live in has allowed me not only to see that I am not alone in that feeling, but that in many ways I have only begun to scratch the surface. This internet drip that our generation will likely never release from its veins allows us to pull our highs from countries whose lifestyles mirror our own, but that we might not ever even see physically.
Aussitot Mort (which translates to "death soon") throws you into a place of desperate and beautiful isolation with
Nagykanizsa and keeps you there throughout the length of the album's experience. As clean and powerful melodic strings swim fervently over a background of bitter feedback and nauseous reverb in the album's introduction that land like a powerhouse on top of a short, distant drum fill, the band's manifest is intent to let you know what you're in for.
It should be noted however, that the album does not wallow in its misery. While it is decidedly of melancholy taste, there is a strong sense of movement in its undercurrent. The energy inside of its crackling drums and its fuzzy, but occasionally effervescent bass wants you to know that you're going somewhere. And with urgent, passionate, topping out at bloody murder vocals, it will direct you.
Destination unknown and full speed ahead. When you get there, write a letter from your new perspective to your former self. Music like this never leaves you the same way that it found you.
