Suicide isn’t exactly a universal understanding of something beautiful. The musical language of such feelings can’t be either as very very…very few bands manage to capture a wholly individual sound that embeds a myriad of sonic agony and carefree terror flowing like waves through your comatose as a guest to this barren and unexplored realm. Evereve, disregarding their current (***) status, unveiled such sounds for two records only, the individualism due to every element on the two records, as it should be, for the music is entwined in sublime orchestration and the vocals are personified with untrained roars. Seasons loves to put you down in the worst way, in its own way.
Firstly, this is gothic/doom metal like you haven’t heard before. Seriously, how many times can you say that? The way the album flows mostly as a single track, you must notice the fluid transitions between each song, let alone between each section of the songs. The band uses dynamics to the extreme with unique arrangements of the traditional instruments while incorporating older classical and neofolk influence in the symphonic elements as they breathe on their own time throughout their eclectic parts. The piano especially plays a very important role in switching the mood from melancholic to horrific, doing so by rising out of the melodious sections with low pulsations that quickly and fiercly turn the atmosphere to much darker meditations.
Seasons uses layers to their full extent whenever it fits, usually as the chord progressions are continued while other elements, either bass, guitar, or strings, build upon and feed off each other to gather that much more imagination to the sound. Every time an instrument adds something interesting to the songs it gives off a new feel, also due to the keyboardist using much more effects than a standard gothic metal outfit, making the whole album fairly easy to listen to in full. The vocals, while incredibly raspy, maintain a listenable status due to the even production, and when the vocalist turns to clean vocals, it sounds like a different person until he turns the singing into screaming. He also incorporates spoken word sporadically, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Current 93, so either way the vocalist is basically schizophrenic, but genuinely talented.
Evereve have reinvented not only gothic music but introduced a fresh, blood-soaked delusion to depressing music. Seasons, even when you haven’t heard it before, sounds uncomfortably familiar if you’re in the right mindset, and that alone is an outstanding constituent for a debut record. What better time than summer to wallow and rage in desolation, kids? It never gets old.
