In the shrill of her writhing nocturne by the brisk of herb and dusk, the evening trees, such cold brittle feathers cry of endless lone and bitter saturnine. She laughs and scars, tears edges of butterfly wings and mals of gritted canvas; the window lit floor parses and aches for winds through unnerving heartache. She lightly sings a melody and pulls her arms of trembled branches, loves and longs in helpless denial, and she quivered a name...
Brought to bear and petrichor of blood and sparrows' tears to fly amongst forlorn rain. A helpless, afflicted precessional towards amore and leaves, uttering few sonnets along death to moon.
Lash of her arm up to ever oak ash, she yells.... "Luciana!!!! DieVehr a lovet... I lucidly vain..." She whispers her sanity a blood rose clover of seven memories... and cries....
Oh love her autumn, said love and as the soles of Lucy cut a rite on her heel she sculpts swallowed touch and embraces. She watches her ache and despair, her evoked pallor, a captive chant to beg a lust, for just one moment....
Where were you... for three, drei, lone eclipses....
I've been slowing working my way through Sadness' discography and it's crazy how he makes "depressive" black metal sound so beautiful. It's like the frigidness of early Coldworld mixed with the dreamy and lighter parts of Alcest. This one is the best I've heard from this band so far. Ryan
Field recordings intertwine with hushed acoustics and gentle ambience to create songs that are hypnotic and immersive. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2020
An esoteric and eerie live performance from multi-instrumentalist J.P. Shilo conjures up haunting images with a multitude of dark tones. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2021
A skull-smasher from Deathcomet, this is sonic horror at its finest, submerging you in the netherworld between ambient and noise. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 24, 2020
Rares sont les albums dans lesquels l'effacement de soi est aussi fort que dans Wounded Solitude — au point où même le logo du groupe et le titre de l'album semblent se perdre parmi les branchages sur la pochette. Sadness nous fait traverser un territoire où la mélancolie est notre seule guide. De l'interlude "Fallen Snow..." qui semble être joué par un piano perdu au plus profond de la forêt aux morceaux à la peine massacrante (tout le reste), Wounded Solitude ne fait aucun compromis. Jordan Vauvert