An exponentially pronounced album, with melancholic, but almost visually organic melodies, that captures in the infinite horizon of its somber nuances an invisible shape of hope, the music of November Might Be Fine is a sincere invitation to a deeply reserved solitary confinement, designed to keep the world away from your dreams. With the lucid imponderability of a determination that revolves around the shapes of your soul, their music is contiguous to a universe of provocative comprehension, that seeks to understand the reflexive wounds of the human nature.
With a very philosophic, serene and calm sonorous layer, that contracts and dissipates abysses of linear digressive atmospheres throughout the conjuncture of an invisible art, South can be described as a song in four chapters, that slowly drives the listener towards a profound perception of its own sensibilities, in a journey where your soul is amalgamated in a sonorous state of ambivalent dormancy and attentiveness.
A very interesting album, that displays authenticity and a style of its own all the way through, South reveals a work thoroughly more introspective, that can be dilated and expansive as well. Condensed in the walls of intrinsically creative melodies, the record defines the spirit of its own versatility, showcasing a lugubrious emotional development, that is amazingly reinstated at the abyssal heart of the album, and that can be reminiscent of a powerful resurrection, if you really let the music instill the strength of its monumental amusement inside your heart.