A resonant terse snare beat introduces ceaseless winding dense bassline that throbs helplessly along with hypnotically obsessive rhythms, surrounded by misgiving ethereal ritualistic chant, drawing a mysterious, and gloomy mood, seamlessly oscillating between the seductive and the alienated, cloaked in a veil of profound melancholy, whilst dismal repetitive, flaring guitar melodies soon shift into penetrating bleeds of guitar reverberations piercing through the dim darkness atop lost hollow echoed cries, muted in ghostly pain, drowning in a sea of distrust and doubt.
Just a few days ago, I had been involved in a conversation about how too many bands wearily replicate the sound of the Cure, albeit, as usual, Closed Mouth approaches it, in this case, the period of the infamous ‘Gothic triptych’ 1980-82, with such artistry and freshness and with now an increasingly convincing and intriguing vocal delivery, replete with morose and sinister hues, we can only say ‘Chapeau!’.
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