Sunday, May 18, 2014

Novemthree - Renewing Review

Here is a review or more like a narrative commentary of Novemthree's, Renewing.

Mystical acoustic guitars greet the listener as they gain awareness within that twilight space, the hypnagogic in-between. Gently they are escorted above a tree covered landscape, flying and free. Entrancing drums and rattles work to elevate while a melodious layering of vocals and various other instruments guide the listener, as if a dreamer, back safely to the ground; inviting them to fall asleep again with the solemn earth, with the rustling dead leaves. With that, Soil Binds Breath and Bone, for it is on the breath that the physical meets the spiritual and so too does the dreamer fall back to sleep.

Sunlight begins to creep into perception, edging on that ever elusive awakening. Rejuvenating and full of life, this bright, benevolent, and purifying light washes away confusion and delusion, the mental cob webs that are cast by the metaphysical boxes of the ever imposing modern man. Now a trance builds slowly, propelled by a yearning for that which has been lost during life proceeded by a restless fall into the deep drone of decay, the Autumnal Procession. Whimsical and enchanting, a flute entices, while drums steady and vocals crescendo. An increasing sense of awareness comes over the dreamer and with that the knowledge of the impending and unstoppable change that is coming, the awakening. Through this revelation a dance breaks out, fed by a respect for the world around and a deep understanding of the death that is always rapidly approaching; this dance is carried off into yet another dreamscape, by astonishingly beautiful flute playing.

Death has arrived and with him the knowledge of necessity, decay, and rebirth. Upon alters rest the bones of time gone by, both of the dreamer’s and those remembered. Sing of Beauty; devastating and empowering, real and unreal, the song of life. A Long Shadow creeps, with this death and rebirth, come a harmony of self and depth of personality. A true understanding for that which is not commonly understood by modern man; grasping of a lost and ancient tongue of ancestral knowledge, one that speaks of the patterns and the cycles of that which is natural.

Now awake, The River Splits the Stone. The dreamer is purpose-filled and uplifted by the purity attained from cleansing the ego and growing, by eroding that internal blockage. Now, life peels away one mystery and trades it for yet another but the dreamer is better prepared, knowing it is best to travel light and speak with a kind tongue. Nevertheless the dreamer senses that the truth of reality will always be shrouded in mystery, which even with this new-found sense of self - life will remain still what it was in many ways before but now the dreamer may be comforted by a greater understanding of this life that is lived and the chaos that surrounds it.