Bloodway are unique, which by itself means a lot and nothing at
all. With an EP and their first full length, ‘Mapping The Moment With The
Logic Of Dreams’, they invite us into their world. If I would classify
them I’d say that they are moving seamlessly, between Impressionism and Surrealism
and if you are wondering why I made this general classification and not just
say what specific genre of metal/rock they belong to, it’s because they don’t.
Instead, some references could be helpful. Do you know the general aesthetic of
Ved Buens Ende, Virus and Beyond Dawn?
It’s similar, but not quite. It has a punk/rock feeling to it, but not quite. Bloodway play Bloodway.
The bass plays an equally
important role with the guitar, while the drums are keeping steady and simple
rhythms. The music alone, devoid of the voice, is intriguing and attractive to
the listener, if said listener likes his music to be weird. If you add to the
mix the even weirder vocal delivery, then you have in your hands a unique album.
The voice can be divisive. It may or may not appeal to the listener. It’s rasped
and shrilled and it could make someone cringe. It’s just how Costin Chioreanu sings.
Along with the lyrics, the whole
entity titled ‘Mapping The Moment With The Logic Of Dreams’ is filled with the
clear but abnormal imagery of a man that expresses existential questions;
moving into his distorted memories along with the development of each song.
They feel like the dreams of a warped world. The buildings have aphysical architecture
and the people are designed by a paradoxical god. An arm here and a leg there,
let’s put a mouth in the sky and sing with blood about the nature of man; let’s
contemplate on the relation of nature with human and on the relation of people:
“When you’ll color your heights, blue as
the sky, I’ll be a piece of you, garden. Would we live without time?” I do
not know that garden or the symbolism, but it feels logically placed. Seeing and listening and feeling ‘Mapping…’ nothing really
seems out of place. It’s weird, it is self-conscious, it sings of a deer, the
prince of the kingdom of fear; it sings of the temple of screams and of the
chant of sailors, lost at the edge of dawn; and it is absolutely normal.
The song structure is cohesive, easy to
access, simple and punkish; it has hooks that can
make you sing along with him; the aesthetics are weird and attractive, a
foreign world where I am just a visitor. And maybe, if you go there, somewhere
in this twilight lit world, you will meet a man, standing in the mirror and you
will ask him: “Who I am?” and the man will
respond: “I have no name, I am a dream.
My path is magic and this is my sin.”
And what a peculiar dream it is.
Listen and go there. You might like it. I found it to be an interesting world filled with wonder,
but far away from my heart. It is music that plays in different planes and it
flows in different veins, but I will be visiting this place and whatever may
come from Bloodway in the future.
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