Review Summary: A celebration, not a longing for the inevitable conclusion
Death has always been a given since our own inception of the concept itself. When a loved one passes, we mourn and hope for a transition of spirit, an optimism of sorts, a longing for non-material continuation. Lest we forget to celebrate the lives of the dearly departed. The experience of living is a complexity like no other. We fall in love, we laugh, we smile. Yet, even in our innocence and dreams, we are capable of such nightmarish hate and separation. Scorn and bitterness, especially to our own selves. Our subjective experiences, no matter what they are specifically, are all intertwined and woven to form the backbone of our collective being.
Life and death are the concepts portrayed within Disquiet, a newer record within the ever-growing Depressive Black Metal catalog. My experience with the album has been one of many emotions. Nostalgia, sorrow, melancholy, and even fruition and happiness. And that is where it began to reveal a new kind of genuineness to me. The ambient passages that introduce almost every song on here are reminiscent of Post-Rock greats, such as Hammock or Jakob. When it does show its heavy side, Disquiet displays a sense of self-awareness in knowing what it evokes. A perfect balance of cunning atmosphere and emotional authenticity.
What makes Unreqvited stand out to me in this sense, is that while this is an obviously sad and melancholy record, it does not call out and long for death. Instead, this is a representation and celebration of life itself, from our birth, our loves, laughs and sorrows, until the end, where we inevitably pass on unto the great unknown. While the songs themselves are not anything new or innovative, they make up for it in sheer beauty, poetic symbolism and undying magnitude. As per this review, I felt as if I needed to write a passage to further my interpretation of this album. A personification of the music, if you will.
“I would wander the open fields endlessly perplexed by a seemingly simple human fallacy of thought. The humming wind of the trees resonated with me as a parallel to an increased discrepancy towards my turmoil-laden frame. I called out to whom I have solely reasoned with in my thorough dispositions. Nebulae of cerebral shroud embodied every aspect of my cognitive dissonance. As sudden, as is, maladies and fortitude became my ambivalent posture of dark disdain. In continuation, I was to then realize the beautiful sadness as it was, right there in front of me. I cried out this time, only to discern the trails and assumptions of once-assumed understanding have become nothing but hollow fragments and a romanticizing idea of itself.”
