post rock
Home is an album released by Greek progressive rock project we.own.the.sky, released on November 1. Almost forty-five minutes long, the album has nine tracks: 1) First Breath; 2) Ikigai; 3) We Align; 4) Of New Beginnings; 5) Youth; 6) Coexist; 7) Heavy Heart; 8) This Space Between Us; 9) Akai Ito; with very cohesive and modestly restrained melodies, Home manages to be a salutary and dense musical undertaking, though in a general evaluation, the work doesn't bring anything new to the front. Nevertheless, the musical competence and the technical abilities displayed by the band are exceptionally remarkable, at least within the boundaries of their objective and somewhat dynamic creative proficiency.
With linear and somewhat predictable melodies, that definitely conceives a relentless, dense, uneasy, protuberant universe entirely made of sound, Home delivers a salutary measure of technical intricacies correctly inserted into the more serene periphery of the creative strength of the music. With an established sonorous identity that inadvertently seeks the cosmogony of its own functional dynamic splendor, the music present on this album is quite vivid and fluid, though the guidelines of its harmonies are basically the ordinary features inherent to the genre's structure. So, while the album manages to satisfy expectations, on the other hand, the listener will hardly be impressed.
we.own.the.sky certainly is one of the leading progressive rock acts of the underground scene nowadays. They know how to properly conceive fabulous melodies, and turn them into spectacular symphonies of dissonant splendor, that floats from the soul of their expressive artistry directly into the distant realm of vivacious dreams that delineates their fugacious portraits of melancholy. If you ignore the more sentimental passages — and I'm not saying that they are not beautiful — and the general limitations upon which the genre vastly resents, Home manages to be a satisfactory album.
With decent harmonies, a spectacular style and an excellent musical layout, Home is an album that deserves to be appreciated. Quite remarkable at times — displaying exceedingly protuberant and abrasive guitar lines —, the record is a graciously conceived and envisioned work of art, at least in a technical point of view. Despite the fact that Home strongly resents itself from the predictable commonalities of the genre, with a few select passages being overtly generic to a certain extent, there is genuine dedication, pungent strength and a sonorous identity cohesive enough to make this album worthy of attention.
Wagner
With linear and somewhat predictable melodies, that definitely conceives a relentless, dense, uneasy, protuberant universe entirely made of sound, Home delivers a salutary measure of technical intricacies correctly inserted into the more serene periphery of the creative strength of the music. With an established sonorous identity that inadvertently seeks the cosmogony of its own functional dynamic splendor, the music present on this album is quite vivid and fluid, though the guidelines of its harmonies are basically the ordinary features inherent to the genre's structure. So, while the album manages to satisfy expectations, on the other hand, the listener will hardly be impressed.
we.own.the.sky certainly is one of the leading progressive rock acts of the underground scene nowadays. They know how to properly conceive fabulous melodies, and turn them into spectacular symphonies of dissonant splendor, that floats from the soul of their expressive artistry directly into the distant realm of vivacious dreams that delineates their fugacious portraits of melancholy. If you ignore the more sentimental passages — and I'm not saying that they are not beautiful — and the general limitations upon which the genre vastly resents, Home manages to be a satisfactory album.
With decent harmonies, a spectacular style and an excellent musical layout, Home is an album that deserves to be appreciated. Quite remarkable at times — displaying exceedingly protuberant and abrasive guitar lines —, the record is a graciously conceived and envisioned work of art, at least in a technical point of view. Despite the fact that Home strongly resents itself from the predictable commonalities of the genre, with a few select passages being overtly generic to a certain extent, there is genuine dedication, pungent strength and a sonorous identity cohesive enough to make this album worthy of attention.
Wagner
