Our hero’s journey:
Through the tendril woven plane that hums at night, and keeps him up late.
Down the howling hollow cobble path - they say it’s haunted at night.
Gulp the fog, listen for his laugh, then it’s gone.
Cross the mossy tree trunk,
- Don’t look down –
Where the rabbit hole falls to abyss.
Where the shoots burst into flames,
Licking at wounds or offering a kiss.
I revel in delusions of swords across my back; lapses of time; superimposing.
Why can’t you be part of my fiction too?
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021
Certainly a controversial direction for the band, but this album ultimately rests as my favorite from TTNG. The technical mastery of their previous albums is still present here along with some very thought provoking and philosophical lyrics. I may not always agree with the lyrical messaging, but this is an album which rewards careful listening. Syobnaf