With a very clean sound, the music of cataya has an eloquent elegance, that is abundant on sensational harmonies and proverbially intense rhythms. Their technique is an elusive mixture of spontaneous density and synchronic precision, although the sound exasperates its cataclysmic proclivities in the boundaries of its eruptive oceans of sentimental disillusions. Despite the fact that there’s not a single element in their style that could be described as exceptional or surprising, a placid beauty emanates with subtlety from within the songs. It’s easy to be enchanted with a charming resonance that undertakes the sensibilities of its intonations, and cordially concedes them a life of their own.
While the album is, indeed, saturated with a great amount of commonalities inherent to the genre, and the band suffers from a lack of artistic grandiosity, there is a fantastic degree of beauty on the surface of the melodies. The group is – as a matter of fact – very competent and skilled in displaying with a certain conjuncture of qualities an interesting work within their genre of choice. The sincere delicacy they exhibit in their elegant sonority, standardized by the majestic devotion upon which they adorn their music, delivers an abundant grace that ostensibly drives the soul out of its natural limits.
I definitely think this work could be more playful and surprising, although I haven’t been disappointed at all; firn is not a bad album, on the contrary. Despite its restrictions and limitations, it’s a very good work, if you maintain your expectations low. cataya follows a more traditional and conventional style, but, nevertheless, they were successful in creating an interesting, reasonable and effective album. Enthusiasts of the genre will appreciate. firn will certainly please you, as long – as I wrote some lines above – you maintain realistic expectations.