My Review: ⱯRINA - if u could die

 ⱯRINA - if u could die 

Ecstasy. Sinking. Astonishment. Eclipse of reason. Ousted. Thrown onto suspended ice.

This is the true story of the old scribe at the end of listening to this song, a cosmic ray off its course, out of place, out of time, indisputably a vehicle of bewilderment and desire to cry tons of liquid. Adolescence dies now, the windows of consciousness fall and leave the notes present here to do damage: it is useless to count them, they do not end, they continue even with the play in pause. One cannot cry out when the compositions make the mind swell, crushing the skull down, on the ground, and then they crash. The music is a circular halberd, with rhythm that advances, pauses, always beating, hallucinated and gloomy, often able to understand that the listener would like to escape from it: the mystery may be death with its trap in advance. It is a gothic necklace of trip hop brilliance filled with a parure of sadistically clinking diamonds. A Darkwave bastard guitar, falsely sweet, waiting for the battle to come, and then the greyness of electronic effects and inevitably the voice, the resurrected witch who from the burial recess embarks on its path paved with vengeance: it could not remain imprisoned. Then it happens that one ends up no longer being capable of any consciousness, one becomes kilograms of sulphurous acid within the walls of a suffocation. The sky looks at this inhuman voice and runs away. It is not a question of extension, of mode, but rather of what pulses within it, intent on becoming a strategic move for our destiny: it will live in our memory and forget us, it will abandon us to go and commit more massacres elsewhere. It is certain that it will move from our auditory apparatus to migrate, without interruption, into our veins that will be happy to let it know our cavities. We will surely die with it: once bewitched, the subject in question will be a continually descending mountain, the shock for which there is no remedy. The music, thundering in a robotic march, extends its church over which ARINA laughs with blood in her uvula.

As in a tribal hypnosis, the song illuminates musical genres, piles them up, rummages among them and conquers them, in an emotional whirlwind that seduces us. 

Something extraordinary happens in this track, due to a recital of sounds, a story remains pleasantly confused and manages to captivate and make one hail as a miracle: if even the latter could die, perhaps this pleasant malaise would collapse....

Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld 

Salford 

11th January 2023

https://paynayloron.bandcamp.com/album/through-the-glass