I still remember
when I succumbed;
The labyrinth of thoughts,
the smothering of emotions
From the outside looking in
Through the ring of a hangman's noose
And high above the clouds
Dwell the unnamed secrets
Of questions unasked,
The boundless immensity of time
Prestidigitators
Strip the universe
Of all its immaculate beauty
Dry lives so awash with grey
I chose the world below
Where my feet stand is where my heart is
I broke the shackles of guilt
Released myself from the prison of shame
A new sun rises in the horizon
Radiant dawn, godless eon
What is the history of all that ever was
if not a series of glorious catastrophes
To embrace the misfortunes of destiny
is to embrace one's self
And to walk another day in the valleys of memories
Is to eliminate the shadows of belief
And high above the clouds there is nothing
expanse upon expanse of the purest, the darkest void
Ἡ εἰκών was an impressive debut, but way too short! Luckily, Ψευδομένη arrives to satisfy the urge for more of what made its precedessor hit hard and fast: some atmospheric moments (don't be deterred as this is still brutal, dissonant and disgusting to the core) and at the same time, J.L. is exploring longer tracks - e.g. my personal favourite - and implementing some cavernous lows. If there's one thing we can all agree on, it's most likely that this man refuses to stand still. What a pace! David Fischer
Not very often one happens to stumble with a genuine piece of art, a pure piece of heart, a poem bled from the depths of the human soul. In "Candela" that's precisely what you will find, musicians torn from inside-out by the claws of life and put back together by the burning flares of hope. ¡Magnifico! elhater