Sixty-eight minutes long, Presence has seven very intense and primordially diluted tracks: 1) Amber Clouds; 2) Dark Matter; 3) Charon Base; 4) Presence; 5) Aphelion; 6) Teide; 7) Planemo Unfolding; unveiling in the best perspective possible the true essence and the most impeccable qualities that the genre inherited from the greatest geniuses of dark ambient, this album follows with a marvelous degree of honor and fidelity the lugubrious paths previously conceived by the likes of Kammarheit, Svartsinn and Ugasanie, with a formidable degree of competence, diligence and groundbreaking artistry. With melodies that dive deep into a fugacious ocean of everlasting melancholy, effectively creating an eternal night of frivolous despair, Presence gradually releases a consistent darkness over the physiology of its own musical realm, nurturing a fragile fraternity with a horrendous promise of fear, that is imperiously sidelined by a contiguous, lethargic and mysterious symphony of agony.
With a pungent sound whose dilated layers rescues its own pretensions towards the funereal emptiness of a dying infinity, the sound prevalent in this album stays in the periphery of its own destructible anguish, effervescing in the extraordinary rhythmic dissolutions of a visceral plague the drastic urgencies of its own susceptible volatilities. With a stable surface of harmonies, though, the sound is also very tranquil, pristine and almost palpable, as the irreplaceable navigations of its inflexible anatomy dilacerates the pervasiveness of its delusional tonalities, abundant in somnolent hypnotism, that inadvertently brings on its apparent calmness the mortuary afflictions of an instigating anxiety, generated by the inherently consistent disposition of the sound.
A great gift to all dark ambient lover’s out there, Presence feels as a truly genuine composition of a restless creative mind, eager to drive you to a solitary and desolate world of gloom and isolation, where a reality entirely conceived in black, white and grey is all that you will ever have. A sound that brings together a sordid coalition of precipices – manifested as a symphony of laborious sadness – that will make you feel permanently lost in a parallel world of bizarre omniscience, elaborated as if reality itself is an experimental movie of E. Elias Merhige.