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tenebrous LIAR

Hell Never Called

https://www.inkoma.com/k/4926

(11tx - DGTL/Vinyl disc, self-prod. 2025)

 | pall youhideme
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I'm kinda late to Steve Gullick's music party. Hell Never Called is tenebrous LIAR's nineth full length record to date so far and of course I lived in a cave.
For sure we all have already catched some of his amazing shots around the internet over the last decades, picturing perfect snapshots  of music icons, or more recently, PJ Harvey's vid for A Child's Question, August. Said that, Hell Never Called is a record fed on disenchanted bitterness and guitar fuzz (the main character here), balancing instrumental and sung songs, perfectly matching with the b/w chromes of the image chosen as cover. A tracklist of burning cold melodies .
So, a limited edition of 113 numbered vinyl copies available. 
While opening track Soulcracker steps in like a desert song collapsing math and drone doom rock, with its slow/fast pace, Thirteen shortly calls back the 90s noise rock, as well its reprise Fourteen, and the filling of this sandwich is the smokey psychedelic trip of The Waves, instrumental merry-go-round, topped with a cinematic sauce. The Farmer and What Am I slow down even more the ride into melancholy, poetically mourning your hidden pains of being an elevated soul. Piano, violin, male/female backing vocals. Gullick's voice is poignant.
Then Collision goes south along kraut-rock martiality, in less the two minutes, then Steve Gullick with It Cut's Out is like the missing Johnny Cash song, brutally sad. How to cradle bitterness. And last piece of Music Tattooed Hearts may participate and win at the farewell songs on a unspeakable sorrow contest.
The stiffed harshness of calm through music liberation, no frills.


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