I beleive, we don’t have to bind deep and serious friendship with the russian Abstract Spirit, who has formed in the capital city in 2006. Their first and until now their only material is Liquid Dimensions Change, which titles is not as talking as its playtime, that we are standing in front of doom metal; five songs, 62 minutes… the band is three membered, without a drummer, which is worked out by the keyboardist – and it’s not conspicouos due to the slow and crawling themes it would be feared that the rhytm section got asleep, thus the well-tried drum machine remains. Two members play in Twilight Is Mine too, which is some kind of underground black metal horde, while the nameless singer disintegrates the existence-fields in Comatose Vigil, which is also funeral doom metal.
Well, Liquid Dimensions Change‘s cover work and logo is more than scary, and the music is that kind of genre, which reception is hard here, because it hasn’t got any culture/past in my country, but as i see these things have a bright future in the home of vodka, which consist slow rumbling guitars, that condense into riffs, and terrificly slow drums and cins lays down on it. The mystical keyboard themes embrace all, which sometimes seem to be the soundtrack of some kind of spacefilm wrapped in cosmical solitude. However due to the slow and rigid rattle, it rather reminds me of hell’s iced soul-necropolis and the neverending melancholy of the astral line moved by a thick string, or putting in other words it rises the feeling that time has stopped…
Yes! Exactly! I beleive, this is the feeling that is most kindly fed with the listener and that’s why the reception is hard too, since in our running days and world full of stress, if we can lay down for a minute after a tireing day, then for a chill out we switch to restful ambient or classical music, or to a free dreadlock muse, maybe to trip-hop embraced with a joint, but there is no way we choose easily this kind of halfly dead company tugging a cemetery wreath…
Thus in my home this isn’t ordinary music, since we don’t want to tear ourselves out of present, time, existence’s axises and the poles’s cell-web everyday, to hand over ourselves to slow dying, neverending vegetation, which is compressed into these five songs, when life, work, learning, existence are concieving these all, only they do not draw it into a tiny point. From all of these the seed of exit are love and/or family, which sink into vegetation’s hundreds of faces, but only with time… and the eternal question of existence is time – since time means passing away and birth, measure and unit-measure.
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