Artist: Wings Of An Angel
title: In This Morbid Dream, I Had A Direct Encounter With A Slow Motion Dissolution Into Nonexistence
keywords: ambient, dark ambient, drone, experimental, soundtrack, transcendental, Isreal
reviewer: Willem van O.
Slumbering curtains, thin veils; they are slowly letting a heavy deep wind of death flow through the bedroom. This is the feeling of something heavy on the chest, something pushing down the shoulders holding your body in a paralyzed grip of special tension. Is this music, a visiting spirit, a relaxing atmosphere or the warm holiness of a heavy depression attaching itself to the soul?
It is a visit of music made by our favorite angel-wings without the attached angel. It’s the music that is warm and yet so dark and down. It’s crawls under your bed sheets, fills up the room with an electromagnetic energy only authentic Ghostbusters could measure. This is mesmerizing music that so strangely works its way into the absorbing body that it might fill up the head with a sad feeling.
The flowers on the wallpaper have died gracefully while inhaling these ambient tones of these strange wings. Is it the sadness of the wings missing their angel? Is it a dark beauty that the grim reaper likes to listen too while relaxing at home or on his way at work?
This album is on one wing very beautiful and soothing, but on the other wing it is coming across that it comes from a place that bares little light. This is the soundtrack for when feeling lost, lonely and extremely down in a depression. This is the music that might invoke this feeling, but also could be your only friend when you are already in this special depressed state of mind.
The angel wings without angel might bring you peace, unarm you with its feathers. “You aren’t alone in this darkness anymore” the angel wings their music seem to say. Together with angel wings the darkness will be faced, smoothly the tones of death bring a strange kind of positive optimism in the sensual flavored sound of angelic somberness.
It’s not turning bright, but in some way an agreement of acceptation between the sadness and darkness will be mad; A handshake making the depression acceptable and turning it into a thing to go through, with the knowledge that once it’s all over, without all the extra luggage of sadness; life will be bright again.
Yeah I Know It Sucks 