One listen.

I was thinking more about what the sounds were doing than anything else, but I didn’t get much into it. Got a bit stuck on the pattern, but it was interesting to me, so… yeah.

Final’s “Untitled” is from It Comes to Us All. The album’s tracks are untitled,  and this is the second on the album.

As a side note, here’s a review of the album that I wrote a few years ago.

I hope you enjoy.

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Growing from silence, a melodic distort moving through noise, being sanded back and drawn from whilst it remains unchanging. Something seems to hover on over, then fall back. More distortion, more noise, and finding a melodic rest of sorts.

A little bit of space comes in before everything starts pressing in again. Noise smears and presses, and it’s as though moving through processes. Moving through moments and places and scenes, and growth and routines.

A little bit of space comes in again, and gradually everything starts pressing in once more. Patterns in the melody, in the fragility of it all. Sound pressing against, pressing in, through a blur and continuing on to wherever is next. Continuing on, always fragmenting, always fraying and disintegrating and losing nothing along the way.

Moments of clarity almost swallowed before pushing back, only to come close to being swallowed over and over. And continually pushing back, pushing against, or rather pushing through until finally getting there and fading away into silence at the song’s end.