sopor aeternus, la chambre d'echo
Seré el enésimo en unirme al comentario de la última saturniana obra del ente Anna-Varney, pero no me importa. La introducción de elementos electrónicos de forma tan declarada y el apoyo casi constante de bajo y batería durante todo el disco habrá hecho que más de uno se rasgue las vestiduras pero, la verdad, ¿qué más da la instrumentación cuando el resultado es tan sobrecogedoramente cojonudo?. Pues sí, amado lector, uno de los mejores discos que he tenido oportunidad de saborear en toda mi vida. Por no hablar de la presentación y las fotografías, a cargo del genial Joachim Luetke. La putada es que después de oír el disco unas cuantas veces, cualquier cosa que oigas después te parece, como mínimo, ridícula.
Beyond the Wall of Sleep
Every now and then it seems to me
that there is greatest danger lying hidden in the depths of sleep ...
Saddest the wanderer ... who is travelling here
for far too often ..., or just longer than his mortal mind would bare.
From the other world he can never fully return
after the passing of a certain period of time,
as the forces of the other side are with him all the while,
are surrounding his mind,
as they are now with him all the time.
Obscuring his mind, his spirit,
they chain him to this place, or state:
mind and body will become lethargic, listless and inert,
and then, driven by his wounded soul,
he will be longing for nothing more ... except the end itself ...-
for darkness ... and for death.
Every now and then it seems to me
that there is greatest danger lying hidden in the depths of sleep ...
Saddest the wanderer ... who is travelling here
for far too often ..., or just longer ... than his mind would bare.
Simplemente, perfecta.
Hale, a pasar miedo.
(escuchando: paradójicamente, The Cure - Going Nowhere, otra gran canción)
Beyond the Wall of Sleep
Every now and then it seems to me
that there is greatest danger lying hidden in the depths of sleep ...
Saddest the wanderer ... who is travelling here
for far too often ..., or just longer than his mortal mind would bare.
From the other world he can never fully return
after the passing of a certain period of time,
as the forces of the other side are with him all the while,
are surrounding his mind,
as they are now with him all the time.
Obscuring his mind, his spirit,
they chain him to this place, or state:
mind and body will become lethargic, listless and inert,
and then, driven by his wounded soul,
he will be longing for nothing more ... except the end itself ...-
for darkness ... and for death.
Every now and then it seems to me
that there is greatest danger lying hidden in the depths of sleep ...
Saddest the wanderer ... who is travelling here
for far too often ..., or just longer ... than his mind would bare.
Simplemente, perfecta.
Hale, a pasar miedo.
(escuchando: paradójicamente, The Cure - Going Nowhere, otra gran canción)
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