The Wounded's Atlantic deserves an embedding ITT. Certainly one of the gothic metal albums closest to my heart. I've always found they deserved better than to be seen as a second fiddle.
That first track...
totally sold on this album, not so much the nirvana cover but the rest, especially the first two tracks and "northern lights" -- but the bitterness of it all is almost tough for me to deal with
like on the surface it seems to be normal gothic metal of the katatonia/mid-period anathema/paragon of beauty persuasion but there's something so weary and real about it that it actually kind of gets to me. like this feels like someone who used to write about velvet thorns and gothic rose funerals and romanticize depression and sorrow but now he's 35 or whatever and it doesn't fucking end and it's not funny anymore
"when we end in time how laughable we are.
when we end in time how hilarious we'll be."
"and all the damn poetry i spoke of.
well cut the crap, i'm not flying in space.
i'm here on a bench, sitting in my gloom, doing time.
and i will be here again and again."
the lyrics aren't that well-written but with the vocal delivery it does a better job of selling the "i'm just TIRED OF THIS SHIT" feeling than almost anything else i've heard