Entering her room, number 214 and her story founds its beginning in my head, she’s breathing in her death-bed. Exitus letalis, all I can see is a hematoma-skin. Your whispered words, too weak to form a question, anyway I can’t answer, I only know your name, your date of birth and that is all. I hear you repeating: „Am I dreaming, is this a dream, tell me, am I dreaming or is this real?” And I wish I would only be an imaginary person in your head. Maybe oxycodone will carry away your pain but it won’t numb your heart, it won’t heal your mind. I wanna promise ending nightmares, but I am voiceless. I wanna promise ending nightmares, but I am powerless.
Hearing the songs while reading the narrative behind the lyrics, I felt overwhelmed by this tragic story in which humans and artificial intelligence couldn't coexist side by side. Their reciprocal annihilation was inevitable. Except one "sole survivor, in a ship filled with memories. She had become the proof of Earth, proof that life had existed there, a voice for all the species and beauty we once knew". A dystopian concept dressed up in brilliant musicianship! @Slevin, thanks, I owe it to you! Umbra Cornuta
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