With wild, but intelligent guitar lines, that remembers the desert wind striking the exasperating shadows of thought, the style of the group, although conventional by the standards of the genre, has a life and a vibration of its own, that reshapes not only the surface of the music in a superficial formula, but dilapidates in a more colorful ordeal the content of its soul. With that genuine stoner output, that drives melancholy in a despondent and old, but overtly responsible and cohesive interpretation of melodies, the critical precision of their harmonious deliverance is surprisingly poetic and serene, although at the same time transmits the sordid rudeness and the quiet restlessness typical of the genre.
With great sincerity and an overwhelming ability to create beauty in a strikingly simple way, Apostle of Solitude, on this magnificent From Gold to Ash, standardizes on the sonorous razorblade of its artistic proposal all the vociferating, but exceedingly human, devices of their musical sensibility.
Although the record can appear a little old-fashioned or even obvious, all the tracks have a sensational degree of authenticity on each and every molecule of its notes. Made with reason, emotion and a great deal of technical knowledge and experience, the music that is heard on From Gold to Ash certainly can be qualified as a fresh new start, that can fuel in an entirely different path the great potential of the genre, and the band, in particular.