
Despite the fact that the melodies – at least in the beginning – appear to be relatively common ground features, there is enough musical sensibility here to project over its majestic and glorious artistic devices the discreet disturbances that hides within the restless festivities of the human nature. With strident guitar lines that screams vividly the fugacious essence of its imperative and artistically authentic ordeal, the sound prevalent on Hypnic Fall is a fragmentary delusional quest for a mordacious musicality, that circulates within the graveyard of a disruptive existence, always requesting the laments of the soul to watch more of its own incomprehensible delight. As the sound travels vastly through the everlasting cosmogonies of its own surreal and expansive sensibilities, the horizontal harmonies present on this album travel fast throughout a placid ocean of melodic possibilities, always flirting ostensibly towards the imponderable lugubrious vicissitudes and random poetic enchantment of the fugacity inherent to the group’s musical style.
With organic proclivities that read the vastness and the ambitious grandiosity present in the melodies, Hypnic Fall displays to the listener a pragmatic and perennial sequence of marvelous symphonies, that circumnavigates the veracity of its own affable pleasure. With profoundly elegant harmonies that completes the primordial beauty of its inherent magnetism, the music of MoYaN is a salutary and effervescent graceful cohesion of intuitive creativity, that understands the precise nature of its sophisticated musical anatomy, whose main platform is an intricate net of heterogeneous sound, always ready to impress the audience with an unexpected density, that drives around the mythology of its creational audacity.
An incredibly superior and fantastic, though intriguing and unpredictable album, Hypnic Fall is an arduous deliverance of original musical splendor, with an unprecedented degree of laborious beauty. With dense and precise, though somewhat diffuse and peripheral guitar lines, the music of MoYaN can be felt as a preexistent dream, wisely dispersed through the vicinities of an omniscient sphere of delusional, but everlasting grace, that once penetrates in your sensibilities, becomes a tender part of your existence, and will never leave you, as long as you live. Decidedly, this is one of the most fabulous and aggrandizing albums ever released in the genre, and its unparalleled degree of authenticity deserves to be recognized as the axis of a superb state of the art work.
Wagner