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Life Toward Twilight
I Swear by All the Flowers
Bottle Imp Productions
Posted: Wednesday, October 31, 2007
By: Charity VanDeberg
Concert Editor
By: Charity VanDeberg
Concert Editor
I Swear by All the Flowers is a terrifying collection of sounds, designed to inspire fear, sadness, or madness. On the right stormy night, it may just do all three.
Life Toward Twilight's I Swear by All the Flowers is the aural equivalent of a collection of creepy horror movie scenes. Each track incorporates ghostly wails and a variety of distorted noises, all overlaid with the sound of a phonograph needle scraping along the waxy surface of an old record. It would be easy to imagine that this is what it would sound like wandering through the world’s most haunted house.
As the album opens with "Sleepy/Solitude," we wander carelessly into a dusty room, most likely holding an empty rocking chair, a grandfather clock, and scores of cracked and faded porcelain dolls. A music box melody clinks slowly, as if the gears were wearing down, or the key was being turned by a deliberate hand. As it fades out, the ear strains through the static of synthetic age to hear a voice just too quiet to make out. The static pulses like footsteps or blood through a speeding heart. A piano takes over for the lost music box. It too is played with deliberate hesitance. Water drips and somewhere someone seems to be rummaging through a cluttered drawer. We move toward the activity. Then the singing begins. There are two voices, maybe three. They wail and call out as a louder grinding clamor seems to get closer. It is difficult to tell from which direction the sounds come and too soon the voices are all but drowned out by a roaring storm of indescribable noise. A freight train fills our heads and a storm beats at the windows while a haunting melody weaves through our ears. It is sadness and fear that greets us in this place. Our only hope is to survive until "Sunrise," where we greet the pale sunlight in the doll-filled room, counting the ticks of the grandfather clock and finding the music box in our own hands.
I Swear by All the Flowers is a terrifying collection of sounds, designed to inspire fear, sadness, or madness. On the right stormy night, it may just do all three.
As the album opens with "Sleepy/Solitude," we wander carelessly into a dusty room, most likely holding an empty rocking chair, a grandfather clock, and scores of cracked and faded porcelain dolls. A music box melody clinks slowly, as if the gears were wearing down, or the key was being turned by a deliberate hand. As it fades out, the ear strains through the static of synthetic age to hear a voice just too quiet to make out. The static pulses like footsteps or blood through a speeding heart. A piano takes over for the lost music box. It too is played with deliberate hesitance. Water drips and somewhere someone seems to be rummaging through a cluttered drawer. We move toward the activity. Then the singing begins. There are two voices, maybe three. They wail and call out as a louder grinding clamor seems to get closer. It is difficult to tell from which direction the sounds come and too soon the voices are all but drowned out by a roaring storm of indescribable noise. A freight train fills our heads and a storm beats at the windows while a haunting melody weaves through our ears. It is sadness and fear that greets us in this place. Our only hope is to survive until "Sunrise," where we greet the pale sunlight in the doll-filled room, counting the ticks of the grandfather clock and finding the music box in our own hands.
I Swear by All the Flowers is a terrifying collection of sounds, designed to inspire fear, sadness, or madness. On the right stormy night, it may just do all three.
