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Thisquietarmy - Unconquered
Friday, August 15 2008 @ 01:00 AM PDT
Contributed by: Barulho

Unconquered

Artist: Thisquietarmy Canada

Title: Unconquered

Label: Foreshadow Productions Poland

Genre: Ambient / Drone

01 Immobilization
02 Battlefield Arkestrah
03 Warchitects
04 The Sun Destroyers
05 Death Of A Sailor
06 The Great Escapist
07 Mercenary Flags
08 Empire

I remember discovering Foreshadow Productions a couple years ago, as it was focused on underground funeral doom and some related ultra-heavy or levitational slowness. At that time I was specially interested in some of that music, and by releasing such names as Moss, Bunkur and Nadja, it got my sincere respect.

Apparently it evolved, both in presentation and band selections, nothing too radical but I feel it is now pointing to releases that fit on wider definitions of what can metal, or even rock as its origin, be. Not necessarly as extreme as before, but surely still defying.

Thisquietarmy is the solo project of Eric Quach, which takes care of all guitars, effect and drum programming. There are two collaborators on the record, being Aidan Baker a logical partnership in the slow, dense construction of such enigmatic and intimist soundscapes.

Ambient invocator but still close to some previously defined and well known structures, as if there was an alchemic ability to dissociate and distend its elements, all its inner contradictions, and solve them in dreams.

All the album has an attention to detail and to its hidden dynamics, all tiny movement merging together in a suspension of long forgotten troops and all inner, mental, battles. Avoiding the more obvious post rock ups and downs, "Unconquered" has a intrinsic domain, a territory of its own, where these movements tend to clarify as we forgot them and try to experience movement as a whole, travelling as a mystic sonolence.

Operations controlled through refracted gestures, "Immobilization" as a revisitation of traumatic events yet to happen. Breeze-like distant guitars in oceanic fusion, craving for ancient skulls and small numbers marked on skin. Epic but shy, floating with the pearls and all the subsonic creatures.

"Battlefield Arkestrah" confirms that initial moment, from confusion through clarividence, fragile and tremule guitar melodies over a layer of thick, impregnated memories, as if shapes were slowly morphing unto their initial indifference. But we´re sensing those internal transformations and clearly it is leading us somewhere vast and warmer.

Then structures tend to join together in a need for survival, rhythm is a logical agregation, confering a sense of belonging, imposing discipline and direction. "Warchitects" of glories and ruin, sinking with the same conviction of the stars. Destroying the sun, waiting for the fall of corpses and snow and deep blackness, waiting for the consequences as well as the unsolvable fractures and infinite equations.

"Death of a Sailor" is a memorable moment, sad tribute to lost souls and rare seaside bird nests, emptied forever, leaving no descendence behind. Nostalgic pilgrimage to those destinies marked with a cross. "The Great Escapist" has the collaboration of Meryem Yildiz on both vocals and lyrics, and it is somewhat of a strange object, with a more defined song structure, human proximity in an universe of shadows, following footprints and old fluids to its original body.

Back to primordial homelessness, following the voices through the fog, finding a chest to cry on or a corpse to feed with pain. Long gone homelands cracked into smokes, lost landscapes drowned in acid rains and bitter tears, no heritage, no way leading to childhood. "Mercenary Flags" tainted with blood and emptiness. Onward to the abyss, an improbable "Empire" of dust, falling forever.

     


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