The Angelus presents a dark trip through the catacombs of cavernous rock.
Deep in the barren halls of the cathedral sports a ritualized contempt. As the title suggest, there cannot be a happiness deep in the epistemological mood rings The Angelus possesses. A darkness clouds the pearl of folly.
There Will Be No Peace is a tremor in the catacombs of rock as the band brilliantly captures the slow rumble of uncertainty. “Thunderbolts I Scatter” broods up a tribal fire through drum cadence. The toms pounding like the soundtrack to mysticism. The low end roar of guitars fuels this instrumental to be that skin crawler.
“Man Alive, Alone” offers the duality to the skybreaking instrumentals we find within. A downward climb into the within, this darkness through the barren Texas land finds inspiration into the survivor spirit of this folk-like poetry.
Let’s break away from outside interpretives and read about what this album is really about. Founder, vocalist and guitarist Emil Rapstine explains, “The album is a song-cycle, a gapless album, with each song starting on the note where the previous song ends, allowing for the songs to transition into one another seamlessly to form a cohesive whole. The first and last song also share a common theme musically and lyrically bringing the album full-circle.”
Don’t let that dissuade you from picking and choosing but be well aware that the experience down that road to infinity is the album as a whole. If the eight plus minute title track feels like absolution it is because it is. More in the tone of resolve than in the turbulence, the song does not end the journey. It only punctuates their cause.
The Angelus may be rock’s greatest hallucinogenic. Prepare thyself, close your eyes, and breathe it in.