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Artist: KILL THE
THRILL
Album: Tellurique
Year: 2005
Well, what do we have here? Kill The Thrill from France
is a band that already exists for more than 15 years.
They already played for big bands as support before
releasing their debut album in 1993. But now it is 2005,
and the Tellurique promo is in my cd player. Described
by themselves as "an original style that can be seen a
crossroad between metal, industrial, post rock and new
wave", they woke up my curiousity.
Right now, I am not Gerardo anymore. I am a sailor. An
explorer in the middle ages, to be exactly. Every
country I pass by shows its own art. "A Little Salt for
a Better Feeling" brings me into a world of war, anguish
and sorrow. Imagine you are sitting in a theatre,
watching a play of Shakespeare. The music is reaching
your ears, and obeys you to dream away. For six minutes
and eight seconds, I am caught, paralyzed in a cold
river of sorrow. Slowly drowning, until the wind brings
you into the next island. "Permanent Imbalance" is a
similar, though very different country. As the name may
reveil, it is hard to find balance in here. Complexity
brings you into deep abysses and high mountains. Through
the rain and the freezing cold. Like a vicker walking
through the graveyard, covered in tears. It will not let
you go, until you reach “An Indefinite Direction”. Doom
rules this country. Lightening fire which burns the
horizons. Sailing away... until “Non Existence”. A
country which has reached spring season already, but
still did not overcome winter. But when you reach the
end, the blackness has mostly faded away. “Soave” is
tortured. Lost. Shattered. What happened? A war? A
disaster? We will never know I think. “Like Cement” has
to be a colony of the very first country. The same kinda
atmosphere, the same kinda river. In “Diaphragme”,
confusing rules the land. Relief on the one side,
bemusement on the other side. In the end, bemusement
seems to take control. “Head” is the smallest country of
the journey. Over here, rebellion of unsatisfied farmers.
Marching through snow, rain and wind. Thousands of
miles, one by one they die. Until in the end, there is
nobody left. “Body” aint a real country, but is the name
of the next sea we enter. Storm, tidal waves and
lightening has surrounded us. Will we be able to survive?
Yes, because in the end the water went flat and we
reached “Mistaken Solutions”. Judgements of decapitating
and slicings are the daily ingredients. In the end, the
anger is uncontrollable and things collapse. We sail
away to “Us and Them”, a country in war. Millions of
victims, and in the end total chaos takes control of the
land. Then, we reach “The Finish”. A quiet country,
where we can order our experiences. I feel privileged,
but very confused. Such different countries, and not
even a world war. Complex coldness. An orchestral rain.
Atmospheric misery. And all made possible because of the
Season of Mist. After almost one hour and ten minutes, I
am awake. Back in my own humble little room. Was this
all for real, or did I only dream away in my own theatre?
Whatever it was, I have the urge to press the play
button again. To listen to some Elend, Plan E or Thee
Maldoror Kollektive, but first once more Tellurique. To
experience the very same again.
Vote: 100 / 100
Review by: Gerardo |
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01. A Little Salt For A
Better Feeling
02. Permanent Imbalance
03. An Indefinite
Direction
04. Non Existence
05. Soave
06. Like Cement
07. Diaphragme
08. Head
09. Body
10. Mistaken Solutions
11. Us And Them
12. The Finish |
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