Review Summary: "There it was, the soundtrack to my life, and for a few seconds, came harmony, finally."
It’s always been an uncomfortable question explaining my attraction to the dsbm genre as a whole. The appeal of seemingly mindless tortured screaming and constant repetitive instrumentation never sought for a comfortable listening experience in the first place, and to combine those efforts with that of overly amplified harsh noise walls may furthermore drive the perplexity of why Isolation and the Ward of Internal Abuse
is one the best albums I’ve had the pleasure of listening to. Emotionally, it is an ugly, gloomy and grim album, yet the beauty in its suffering is undeniable. From the albums very beginning, you find yourself in a constant racket of extremely distorted guitars and berating vocals that the fact there is a melody hidden within each track truly shows the paradoxical beauty of this album.
Isolation... is a constant cathartic racket through and through, the album is an emotional throat grab that screams a harsh distortion to the listener and rarely stops for its half hour span. It is an album of unsettling dissonance, yet the brooding harmony it showcases in songs such as Eroding Tapes and Flowers
showcases even the purest heart in a severely distraught soul; yet the ear piercing walls of destructive noise in the The Ward
bear the listener from any mind of peace. Isolation is the pure embodiment of emotional destruction, numbing every emotion and amplifying the sensation of sorrow to the max; being as soothing as it is chaotic. Isolation
is not a comfortable listen; It is a constant wall of distorted noise followed by a perpetual screeching melody; it is pure anguish; pure suffering; a nonstop foray of absolute insanity
Which is why I find it so odd
That this is one most beautiful things I've ever heard.