What we have in our hands is a temperamental creature, whose hands can caress you and scratch you in equal amounts, who gladly concedes you moments of tenderness but constantly reminds you of its untameable nature.
Absolute protagonists of this adventure are the guitars, which drive the songs with confidence and character. The tones are sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes abrasive and aggressive, almost always confined in the preimeter of what we commonly call shoegaze, but exploring the whole spectrum of moods that the genre includes. Most of the tracks are intstrumental, so it's the six-stringed instrument's job to tell you the story, a story that tastes bittersweet, a story of laughter through pain, with the wordless narrator who seems to embrace us and mock us at the same time. Even in the rare cases where the vocals are present (specifically in the second and eight track), they seem to act more like another instrument that adds colours to the palette rather than a storytelling tool.
The rhythm section knows when it's time to sit back and let the guitars shine, but when they are needed they serve their purpose with energy and commitment, without fancy fills or virtuosisms but pushing the song forward when the distortion alone is not enough to properly beat up our eardrums.
The album flows well, despite some moments of repetitiveness. There are not many memorable moments, but it remains a listening experience that I would recommend, it feels real end soothing even during the sonic assaults.