post rock
Every Nothing is an album released on August 3, by American post rock band Tides of Man, from Tampa Florida. Almost one hour long, the album has the following tracks: Static Hymn, Mercury Fields, New Futures, Far Off, Old 88, Waxwing, Keep Telling Yourself, Everything Is Fine, Everyone Is Happy, Death Is No Dread Enemy, Outside Ourselves, Mosaic and Infinite Ceiling. The beauty, the transcendence and the splendor of the melodies present in the album are highly exceptional. With dramatic, dense and poetic soundscapes whose contiguous waves breaks into the crest of an everlasting universe of marvelous omniscience, the melodies – despite their relative simplicity – seems to grew out of overflowing harmonies saturated with natural and spontaneous graciosity.
With a melancholy that flirts in a very organic diagram with a delusional, but proficient and sensational sonorous grandiosity, the music of Tides of Man is a colossal wave of a continuous journey of fragile, but lucid realities, framed by a picture of elemental dreams. Flirting a little with a very discreet type of sentimental minimalism – that is as marvelous as methodical –, their modest, but singular style has on the ordinary rhythmic vicinities of its anatomy the expansive mordacity of an unborn symphony entirely made on existential serenity.
The general pace of the harmonies is permanently calm and slow, but, paradoxically, the guitar lines display a ferocious and sometimes ardent, passionate emotional vitality, that impregnates the music with the splendor of an abrasive, but sincere aggression, that expands the boundaries of the musical procession to the innermost perceptions of the listener’s personal sensibilities, propitiating a fantastic connection with the soul and the essence behind the music, that can be properly classified as profound, sober and ardently consistent.
While the album is not perfect, and has some moments of insipid monotony, the album manages to be a fabulous exemplar of the genre, with its qualities far obscuring the minor generic commonalities somewhat inherent to the genre. As a matter of fact, in its abundant passages of gracious virtuosities, Every Nothing comes close to a state of the art work. Definitely, this is an album for the post rock scene to be proud of – a work where methodical technique, authorial creativity and genuine sonorous mordacity meet, with an extraordinary and fantastic result.
Wagner
With a melancholy that flirts in a very organic diagram with a delusional, but proficient and sensational sonorous grandiosity, the music of Tides of Man is a colossal wave of a continuous journey of fragile, but lucid realities, framed by a picture of elemental dreams. Flirting a little with a very discreet type of sentimental minimalism – that is as marvelous as methodical –, their modest, but singular style has on the ordinary rhythmic vicinities of its anatomy the expansive mordacity of an unborn symphony entirely made on existential serenity.
The general pace of the harmonies is permanently calm and slow, but, paradoxically, the guitar lines display a ferocious and sometimes ardent, passionate emotional vitality, that impregnates the music with the splendor of an abrasive, but sincere aggression, that expands the boundaries of the musical procession to the innermost perceptions of the listener’s personal sensibilities, propitiating a fantastic connection with the soul and the essence behind the music, that can be properly classified as profound, sober and ardently consistent.
While the album is not perfect, and has some moments of insipid monotony, the album manages to be a fabulous exemplar of the genre, with its qualities far obscuring the minor generic commonalities somewhat inherent to the genre. As a matter of fact, in its abundant passages of gracious virtuosities, Every Nothing comes close to a state of the art work. Definitely, this is an album for the post rock scene to be proud of – a work where methodical technique, authorial creativity and genuine sonorous mordacity meet, with an extraordinary and fantastic result.
Wagner
