A brief glance at the booklet and the silvery lines of lyrics... a strange figure in a coat and hat -- a character from the past -- has traveled here too, into a city of glass, appearing episodically now in the lines, now in the photographs (Travis Smith -- a true master of his craft).
One must acknowledge that the music has become more textured and varied than on the two predecessors. KATATONIA has acquired a more intimate, chamber-like sound and this calm melancholy, punctuated by bursts of furious despair.
This frightening social claustrophobia in the words keeps growing from album to album, from song to song... displacing everything and filling it with the void of solitude... And a boundless ocean of melancholy and detachment fills the room, leaving not a breath of air... ...It runs from the top of my fingers Into my hands What is it I have been drinking I do not understand