While the general calmness of the melodies prevail most of the time, there is an infamous and restless exasperation hidden within the boundaries of its most endurable and expressive layers, that confiscates over its infinite rhythmical dehydrated sonorous tonalities an imperial and definitive resolution for a despondent desolation. As the phantom of these repressed sentiments of dissolution and anger – whose shadows embraces the vitality of its deeply harmonious allegorical resentments – overflows towards a sensorial narrative of mostly elegiac sounds, the listener is entangled by a celestial wave of undisturbed serenity, that revolves around the soul of the sun of its own concentrated musical epiphanies, that can be quite expansive as well as paradoxically stagnant, at the same time.
The melodies, in general, are very gentle and soft. The sonorous elegance is not only superficial, there is a volatile, but cohesive harmonious structure emanating from the oceanic sincerity of its musical hyperboles, that are gracefully aligned with its majestic principles of salutary greatness. While there is ambition on this work, it is restrained to a modest, but rapturous artistic honesty, whose fantastic abilities are pungently aligned to consolidate a masterly diligent and exponentially well-crafted work of art.
While I cannot qualify Funeral Garden as a state of the art work – because certain passages are indebted to a moderate degree of monotony – definitely, this gigantic and splendorous album has all the necessary qualities to be a reference on the underground scene. This is such a fantastic work of monumental artistry, that its minor superficial deficiencies are not able to sustain any real damage nor compromise its formidable and placid musical consistency.