I finally have the cd and gave it a few spins. Maybe i am judging to soon but i've come to ambivalence.
One sight, puts me next in line with some others here. I also miss the fury, the warning and the will to figh against injustice.
I also think that might just be the whole intention but that is not (yet) what i seek when i want to listen to Nevermore.
On the other hand i think it's neat that they manage to change the flow of energy.
Instead of giving and feeding the fire to the listener, Nevermore now wrote a lesson of emptiness.
It contains witty metaphores and powerful poetry but it is done without fury.
And why should lessons come with passion and spewing fury, when it all seems a waste of energy?
Obsidian is a volcanic glass. Black at first sight but held to the light, there's a slight transparancy and even iridescence.
It's possible to see right through it but you'll need light, optimism and a different view if you want to get that iridescence and transparency to show.
Obsidian is connected to Pluto, god of the underworld. Absorbing light and sowing seeds of hate.
But eventually, even hell gets full of shit and starts to huff and puff and blow out it's ashes ...
At that unobstructed point, it's either change or die.
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My thoughts about the artwork:
The cover shows me Lydia at world's end.
An obelisk with a storm above, showing the chaos in it's equilibrium. She's facing the entity from the DHIADW cover or her shadow self.
Once feared and cast aside but had to feed it, in order to survive.
Still more dead than alive, trusting no one and still not able to see that the hand who saved and fed him, is the one he's opposing and hissing at.
Lydia's mask makes her emotionless. One part of the mask is for protection, the other seems to teach that when you give nothing, there's nothing to adapt to and that one must reconsider that what he was used to, now needs to be changed in order to get connected/ balanced again.
For now, the hatred gets bounced back and the mask reflects. Lydia slayed them all, except the one she's now facing.
Her inner balance, yin and yang, a fragile existence that is filled with confusion, is shifting through the tides to get adapted.
Lydia chose change and is forever making clear not to be profited from, not to be drained dry and stay forever unstained.
The equilibrium she once knew shall happen, nevermore. It's reflection in the water shows that one is dead.
For now to ease the storm in the sea of glass, is to let all the burnt remain in Obsidian and what once was whole, now chooses it's own point of view.
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Nevertheless, i am very glad there's a new Nevermore.
I do play it less and carefully choose the moment compared to what i did with other Nevermore newies... for now. It definately has to grow on me.
Nevermore wrote a different album of depression and so far this one is, i.m.h.o., their heaviest load.
It shamelessly puts my nose right back on the cold brutal truths of this miserable and godless life.
It goes without warning. Just cold and brutal, taking that what needs to be changed to the very surface of consciousness.