There are 3
things that can make or break a rising post metal band. An idea for riffs and
melody, interesting drums and sensible vocals(&lyrics). Crib45 gets an A in
this class. There are also 3 things that can make or break any genre. Idea,
mystery and emotion. As you may guess, they get an A in this one too. So, all
you need to do is understand the importance of these points and go listen. Or
you can read further as I prove them right;)
As an IT
girl and a feminist I should find it hard to say – but this is truly an
unbelievably male (and positive in this masculinity) album. Not just because
few girls enjoy post metal, but because it presents a very (clever kind of) male approach to
words and to the music (little emotion, but how intense). Even though the
message shows pain and vulnerability, it is packed in a strong, confident and
not at all aggressive sounds. And well, considering the title, I like to see
this story as telling of passage from boy to man.
The album
opens with The Chant, a song alike its’ title – glorious, harmonious and with a
slight touch of monastery atmosphere. And this is a right feeling, as the
lyrics are a call – to be guided, guarded, led, redeemed and liberated. The
journey towards transformation begins when you manage to focus, liberate your
thoughts and allow guidance.
And when
you move to Passage you are clear to explore your mind and to be reborn. The
confident force that is waking corresponds well with the inner sense of harmony
(the amazing distorted guitar bridges).
Zahir, The
Ghosts Among Me and Province are the core and the heart of the composition.
Like a male heart they seem harsh at first, only to reveal an incredible
strength and sensitivity of spirit and surrender to the pain that few men would
admit to feel. Zahir is almost a ballad with moving chorus, reflection
on the “ferocious gravity” and rise from despair to hope.
The Ghosts
Among Me is a passionate tale of guitars and drums broken by a sensual wind
solo that subtly visualizes that inside the stability of main phrase
They still
haunt me
The words that never left me
The words that never left me
Province (of
the soul) is the most complex composition with its dreamy, almost post-rocky roaming
through these distant lands, the struggle with the night, road and abandonment
and incredible saxophone hymn of hope. This trip is the essence of masculinity
to me. Or of a journey. Or both.
The Last
Breath despite its serious, and seemingly depressing sound shows that life
lasts as long as you work on it, as you build and construct and improve what you
are. Well, what’s more liberating than building yourself?
This weird interpretation of mine might not appeal to you, but seriously, go listen. And when you enjoy it, check the follow-up Marching Through The Borderlines. We should make them as loved as Cult of Luna, I'm telling you!
