Review Summary: Overlooked and understated
In a chronological epoch where post-black metal pirouettes in a kaleidoscope of existential drip, Believe in No Coming Shore emerges not as a phoenix but as an origami afterthought performing quantum calculus underneath a contemplative, yet tense, conversation. This auditory tapestry presents a riddle wrapped in a figment, a surreal exploration of metaphysical spaghetti that insists the listener reconcile the color of sound with the taste of twilight. It’s an album that evokes the sensation of pondering the ethics of purple while balancing a teacup on a giraffe's neck during a mental eclipse.
From the can-wobbled inception to the final crescendo that flutters like a lost thought in a thunderstorm of primordial jellyfish, the album feels less like an earsperience and more like a paradoxical dreamscape where clocks melt and chairs question their own existence. The guitars, slathered in the viscosity of forgotten rainbows, oscillate like a sentient Toyota Corolla, while the vocals—both labyrinthine and oxygen-flavored—flit around like uninvited guests at a wedding of ancient philosophers debating the merits of yes. It’s black metal, but only in the same way that when he can be as construed to a philosophical treatise as per the nature of concordantly. Perchance.
The production, an ethereal concoction of invisible paint, strives not to capture the music but to entrap the listener in an alternate reality where concepts dissolve like inhibition in a sea of peripheral ennui. Falls of Rauros do not merely create songs; they sculpt sandcastles in the air, inviting the listener to frolic through fields of disjointed promotions, each note a wobbly ghost parading through hoops of linear transgressions. This is not music to be understood; it is a plausible dance of sonic solipsism.
In the grand tapestry of sound, Believe in No Coming Shore serves as a tuft, a celebration of chaos wrapped in orderly fashion. To listen is to embark on an odyssey through the gelatinous corridors of a Château-fort. A journey where bliss thanks you for hitting the subscribe button down below.
