Violent Grief – Eulogy for the Living

Band: Violent Grief
Title: Eulogy for the living
Label: Devastation Legacy & Crionic Mind
Release Date: September 15th, 2024
Country: UK
Format Reviewed: High-Quality Digital Recording

It has always been this way mourning for the dead. But what of the living? Condemned to endure this cruel world, when the world’s weight is so heavy to burden, who will chant a eulogy for us? Here is the answer: the album “Eulogy For The Living” by British dark ambient artist Violent Grief is here to relieve our pain. The album delves into the profound confrontation between the realms of the living and the dead. A single glance at the cover affirms this theme: a barren, desolate expanse of earth stretches between the two worlds, symbolizing the unbridgeable chasm that separates existence from oblivion. At the forefront stands death, symbolized by lifeless, desiccated branches that once thrived with vitality. These skeletal remnants of trees evoke a sense of abandonment, as though the realm of the living lies far behind, reduced to a distant memory.

How many times have we asked ourselves: Why are we here? Why were we brought into this world? These sounds haunting, and echoing remind us of the void, the place where it all began. The ebb and flow of the tones reverberate inside our minds, creating the sensation of being suspended, caught between worlds. You might wonder: Where am I? What is this place? And just as the answer begins to form, the “Indictment Of Birth” unfolds. We are brought into existence, unwanted and without hope, yet compelled to endure. It is in this moment that the “Chasm Of Despair” begins to take shape, widening with each passing breath. The sounds echo this desolation, serving as a reminder of our solitude in an indifferent world. Each layer resonates with the weight of isolation, drawing us deeper into the abyss of our own existence. Then “The Darkening Horizon” begins its relentless ascent, casting its shadow even from a distance. Its oppressive presence looms, inescapable and all-consuming. There is no refuge, no sanctuary; the encroaching darkness and the accompanying sounds envelop everything, devouring us whole. Do you hear? The wind rises, carrying us into its depths, leaving us disoriented and powerless. And then, without warning, everything vanishes—I see nothing, only the void remains… Now, I hear the “Echoes From The Abyss”, faint yet terrifying, carrying a stark warning: no one will survive, no one will come to save us. We are all condemned to face our end alone. And just as the realization settles in, the sound fades, leaving only silence—a profound emptiness where even the echoes cease to exist.

The time has come, and the “Drones Of Death And Decay” reverberate like a haunting death knell. This deep, resonant sound fills the air, emanating from every direction as if signaling the impending aftermath of what is to come. The relentless hum echoes the inevitability of destruction, its low-frequency pulse a chilling announcement that something is on the horizon, something that cannot be avoided or undone. Then, the “Architects of Destruction” emerge, their presence marked by layers of sound, growing louder and more intense. The chaos builds, each wave of noise reinforcing the certainty of ruin. Now, as the destruction unfolds, the people I once knew seem unrecognizable, twisted into something unearthly. There’s something in the air—an oppressive, almost tangible presence that I can hear, a haunting sound marking the descent of humanity. Everywhere I look, groups of people engage in bizarre rituals, their faces distorted, their actions unnerving. I ask myself, Where am I? Could this be the world we once lived in? Suddenly a whisper breaks through the chaos, uttering a name: “Cult Of Grinning Martyrs”. I try to escape these fanatics, running as fast as I can, but no matter how far I go, it feels as if I haven’t moved at all. And then, I see it: a crude, ominous sign that reads, Welcome to the “Province Of Lunacy”. This is a place where the “Reflections Of Twisted Souls” echo endlessly, their presence both seen and heard, stretching into eternity. There is no escape from this madness. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Can you hear their cries? dissolving into the cruel hum of the drones…

Finally, the moment has arrived. After everything has been destroyed, they all gather as the end looms near. This is the “Funeral Dirge For A Dying World” a requiem for existence itself. Listen to these sounds that all will bear witness to the final moments, and I can’t help but wonder: Was it all for this? To come into a world only to see it reduced to ashes and dust? Now, I understand the necessity of a eulogy, a somber narration of this paradox a reflection on being and nothingness, on creation and annihilation, all merging into the eternal void. 8/10 by Pegah

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