The tunes trot by like pedestrian show horses displaying a dearth of mirth, and nothing but their neighs -frequent like fossil findings- tear my attention towards the timid tracks.
Yes, Sylosis does paint outside the box, but the paint is drab, and the pictures lack all edge or any hint of interesting elements. A riff may reach out and grab you out of nowhere, but its grip is loose and fleeting, and the chords it contains quickly melt back into a pot of pure dispassion.
There’s nothing really to say about this album other than it will probably exit your rotation faster than it entered. [Nuclear Blast]
- Bogi Bjarnason
More Bogi over at Eddies in the Tide of Regret.
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