The songs are generally calm and simple, but they are profound and filled with a consistent spirit of serenity, with more silent and quiet harmonies than usually heard in the genre. With plausible and inconspicuous melodies, beautifully written and executed, unfinished thoughts of an innocent dead child is a formidable collection of almost surreal symphonies, reminiscent of another world and another times. With a sincerity that makes your interior sentimental structure collapse, there is an inherent audacity on Swœr’s music, that evidently highlights itself in a more inclusive and complex nature, throughout the eloquence of simple harmonies, intelligently dilapidated, that flow through the invisible emotional facilities of the soul. And this is very easy to feel, and pleasurable to assimilate all the way through.
Experienced post rock listeners probably will not be too fascinated by Swœr’s style initially, but gradually, all the peculiarities that make his work stood out invariably exposes all the colorful prospects that are inextricably present in his sound. Something that produces a pervasive uneasiness, although at the same time it is possible to feel a universal grace of imperial serenity ascend to the innermost nucleus of your soul, as a transcendental horizon of inevitable fragility invariably moves throughout the imaginary oceans of a passionate reason.
A beautiful album whose main qualities are as quiet, silent and serene as profound, diluted and dilated, unfinished thoughts of an innocent dead child will stand as a salutary pearl of post rock, to be firmly appreciated by the most avid, but discreet enthusiasts of the genre. A record to be heard in the solitary darkness of your room, with music properly composed to be the guideline of a journey throughout infinity.