Sunday, September 17, 2017


Raffaele Pezzella's Sonologyst (Italy's outstanding, experimental music project) offers a new, mood-setting anthology. Pezzella's electronic-kissed album (available via Eighth Tower Records) is entitled APOCALYPSE. Its atmospheric entries certainly live up to its label and then some...

Pezzella asked me (a fan of such unpropitious essays as "I Am Legend", "Mad Max" and "When Worlds Collide") to pen a lead-in to his latest, thematic concept, which I'm now honored to share...

Everyone predicted it would someday arrive, but so few believed in the inevitable, for within the deepest recesses of people's hearts and minds, the world's destruction was little more than a foolish and faraway myth. Nonetheless, the insinuations...the ghastly omens...were always there, whether in the way nature's wrath surfaced through disasters or in the manner in which tyrants continued to rise proud and tall, with no apparent consequence to their shackling actions. However, when Earth's cataclysmic conclusion finally hit, it manifested not so much through the rumblings of some inner, core force; tumultuous storms; famine; economic collapse; mind control...nuclear devastation. It came predominately from out the darkness of our soiled souls. We caused the end of the world by not caring, by letting charity, good will and compassion die. It was ironically our selfish obsessions for heartless conformity, for sadistic self-preservation that spawned our demise. This album's tracks represent and punctuate the ultimate end to all ends, with all the melodious sorrow and impetuous anguish that humankind's collective sins could ever dare conjure--and (bet your bottom dollar) will. Listen close. Listen hard. Learn and prophetically see and prepare, as each segment drags you deeper into the fetid, despairing annals of...the Apocalypse!

In actuality, Pezzella's track titles say it all in their own straightforward right: Abandoned city; Sulphurous rain; Hypnosis; Stay in your homes!; Global threat; Dying oceans; System collapse; Towers of sand; Prayers from nowhere

Pezzella's gripping, soul-searching chords are certain to build woeful and enraged images inside your head. It's your choice to enhance these moments as you see fit, with alien invaders, talking apes, volcanic explosions...the walking dead. Sonologyst has a special way of sparking a listener's imaginative uniqueness. I still maintain, though, that we remain our own worst enemy, no matter how awful the fringing upheaval, but I'm sure you'll decide for yourself upon listening to Pezzella's evocative selections. 

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