Our shadowy cabal of scribes has happened upon one of the most wondrous and/or perplexing albums in existence. The following reviews, released over the course of several days, is our humble attempt to decipher that which lays before us. Prepare thyself. - Ed.
Written by: The Soliloquist
After a long SVR hiatus, yours truly, the Soliloquist, has awakened and unearthed an album that had been buried and forgotten in the deepest depths of the musical underground for far too long. The album in question is Shambhala Vril Saucers by Remmirath.
I decided to approach this idiosyncratic piece of music from the absolute surface level. The first impression one gets is the painting that emblazons the album cover. I want to draw your attention to the figure it exhibits. Look at his face. His pose. He is thinking. Meditating. Contemplating the big questions of life. In fact, I think it is safe to say that this is the face, the pose, the demeanor of a man who is thinking about the question itself.
The question to silence all questions. The question for the reason, the meaning of life. The purpose of it all. That is the motive Remmirath chose for the cover artwork of their sophomore album. And that is, in and of itself, ironic. Because the fulfillment of this man's longing, the very answer he is looking for, the quenching of his spiritual and intellectual thirst, the object of his "Sehnsucht", as C. S. Lewis would call it, can be found. But alas, not in his world. He is part of a fiction. His event horizon is the border of the square shaped world he lives in - the painting that adorns this album's cover. Like the mythological Tantalos, he is caught in his own personal hell - the perpetual asking and thinking and longing after something that is so very close - yet so very far out of his reach. The proverbial fountain of youth, the ark of the covenant, the holy grail - it is the universe he lives in; it is the very piece of sonic artistry that his own countenance embellishes. This album is the answer. It is the tree of knowledge, the very epitome of transcendental gnosis. In the face of this act all questions must fall silent.
In a way, this album is the often evoked "album to end all albums." After the experience of Shambhala Vril Saucers, all else sounds and feels like a mere shadow of what music, art, life truly are. Once you have tasted the truthful and vivid marrow of the fabric of existence itself, the realization manifests that everything you believed in, all your ideas about what life is, what it means to inhabit this galactic sand grain we call Earth, becomes eviscerated.
Hence, the upshot of this spiel is this: beware. If you enter here, you will not be the same afterwards. This album is the mind-altering and life-changing cosmic equivalent of a light switch in a dark room. You will be able to see. For the first time in your life you will awake. It shall be post tenebra lux for you.
If you have made it this far, be told: Remmirath the Omniscient has summoned you. Now awake, oh Sleeper, awake from your slumber of ignorance, enter through the gate of découverte and be washed in the black waters of infinite knowledge. Remmirath calls. Remmirath waits. But not forever. All Hail Remmirath.
Remmirath - Shambhala Vril Saucers was released March 2015 from Todestrieb Records
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