With Gimu, things are never quite simple, although the ambient space sound that he creates, in a more pragmatic point of view, is really very simple, indeed. But this paradox is one of the most interesting things in his music. While he is completely capable of doing songs that appears to be “ecstatic”, and therefore can be considered quiet, easygoing and driven by the flow of calm melodies, on the other hand, there is this hidden and nervous darkness within, whose anxiety can make you dream, and fall into the other side of your most despicable and pervasive truths, as you wander lost through the most abstract landscapes of your imagination, perpetually sinking in the waves of the dark cosmogonies that overflows throughout the sound of his music, while at the same time you wonderfully considers what in fact exists beneath all the complex layers of his multifaceted sound, that makes you fall deep into the heinous abysses of the most brilliant, obscure and curious dark ambient music ever created.
First and foremost, Of the Spirit, Of the Space it is exactly what it means: a journey of the spirit, and a journey of the space. Primarily of the artist, as he puts at least a little of himself in each and every one of his tracks, allowing the listener to discover at least some of the labyrinths the artist had in his mind and in his emotional landscapes in the moment he wrote those songs, while also revealing the most interesting elements of his creativity. Nevertheless, the most important thing here begins with the fact that the listener himself can undergo the very same journey Of the Spirit, Of the Space, while listening to these same tracks, travelling through feelings that you may find difficult to describe, wandering lost through a journey of self-discovery, into an unknown world made of darkness and affliction, that reiterates in each note of each song the reverberation of damnation that the most amazing and excellent dark ambient music has the obligation to deliver to its audience.
All in all, the music of Gimu speaks for itself. An astounding set of sinister frequencies, perfectly delineated to lead you to a downward spiral of hysteria, anxiety and affliction, thinly disguised as an innocent, peaceful and calm set of songs, you will see beneath the compounding layers of his sound structures the complex morbidity of a nefarious and continuous breakdown, that summarizes the darkness of all existence, easily surpassing your thoughts in the most exhilarating manners you have ever possibly felt, as you will be entrained by a malevolent dawn of ubiquitous impulses, being dragged to a world where the borders between what is real and what is not are quite indefinite, and you will have to rely on the beat of your own heart to wake you up from the nightmare to which you slowly was persuaded to fall into, and pray that it is not too late to wake up. Or you will be eternally tied to a universe from which there is no return at all. That is what Gimu gives us, in his Of the Spirit, Of the Space: a marvelous journey into the spirit of darkness, where space dwells no rules, no tranquility, and no time. If you by any chance manage to survive this groundbreaking dark descent into madness, be careful – you will get addicted to it, and will not stop listening to this beautiful masterpiece, for a long, long, long time!