You know, there are
times when music clicks. Other times it bites. This one though is a whole
different thing. This album has become my friend. I listen to it before I get
to sleep. While travelling or when I feel the need to relax. It’s like a warm
blanket wrapped around a naked body, constantly bombarded with a menacing brutality.
But it’s oh! so emotional. So light and majestic.
This music is not of
the ground and neither it is of the air. It is not of the day nor is it of the
night. It is not of the sky and of the clouds and of the warm intensity of the
sun, coming over us, hailing for the summer. It is neither a beginning nor an
end. Not a constant and not a sight to see. It is around us, over us and below
us. Within us and without us. It lifts the body and praises the beauty of art.
The riffs and the relentless
drumming create structures of earthly decent, from the gravel that we walk
upon, deeper into the earth. It is as terrestrial as the mountains and the hills
that are spreading throughout Peloponnesus. A sight beautiful to the eyes and
overwhelming by the thought of her history. The narrative that is being created
by the singer along with the rhythm section give it an aesthetics of a time,
where man was no more than a beast, roaming the earth like the great carnivores,
living with his own gods and with a complete lack of modern knowledge. One with
the ground, completely dependent to his surroundings.
That was the time
where man needed gods and he looked upon the sky and prayed for rain to come.
He prayed for the survival of his family and he gave offerings to them. He
talked of mythological creatures and serpents that flew through the clouds. He was
filled with awe and respect for the mysteries of life. He was in absolute need
of something greater, something beyond the confines of his struggle, something
that negated mortality. He needed peace and eternal freedom and through that
need he gave birth to the afterlife.
This is what Sarpanitum achieved. They enclosed
within “Blessed Be My Brothers” both mortality and immortality. Both
ugliness and beauty. The beautiful, emotional melodicism of the guitars that
are at times developing within the thick structures of the rhythm section and
other times escaping and covering the song lifting it up to the higher planes
that are unattainable but yet we feel the need to strive for them, is what
makes this creation stand independently. It has life and it breathes fire. It
has love and it gives it away with harsh beauty.
Blessed be Sarpanitum, my brothers. I thank you
for this creation.
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