With the Halloween season in full swing, I can't help but get into the mood. Related films and music help me do that. Adarkah Ianqu's latest, cash is ideally suited for setting the right atmosphere. In eerie essence, his type of cash is what one funds to experience the seasonal ride. Man, does it ever deliver the autumnal chills.
The opening track, "relinquishment" churns a ghostly burn. One can listen to it in the dark and imagine dragged chains, corpses shuffling and spiders webbing one's skin. It's a lofty version of what one might find on an old, Halloween LP: devilishly enjoyable but more so, Poe-esque scary.
I find that "reliquishment'"s aura permeates the second track, "holy dogs", though the latter is defined by a gonging throb, which makes it more perturbing. What lurks beyond its hazy veil? Is it Dracula, the Wolfman or the Frankenstein Monster? Maybe the mighty Kong? On the other hand, it might be more spiritual: some fervid spirit that wishes to devour one's mind and seize one's soul. Coffin Joe, anyone?
The next-up entry, "fourth digital" echoes the varied possibilities of doom. One has become obsessed (and possessed) with fleeing one's selected terror, but no matter how hard one tries to harness control, the infuriating, spectral seething continues its command.
This feeling leads to "deprivation", where one succumbs to nightmarish quicksand, bouncing and flailing to no avail, only then to descend into "the nick", a symbolic, pulpy, pumpkin-shell of a place, where one's chipped and damaged spirit budges and scrapes, but all too late. Its stigma can never be erased.
The final track, "backstreet" represents the long, anguished stretch upon which one has been deposited: open-ended in its breadth, but no matter which corner one turns, one travels alone, facing the same trials and tribulations to the point of no return. No sense in requesting a refund, for one's devoured the goods (and that includes all hope).
To experience Ianqu's haunting sweep, one only needs to tap and envision. As such, one might find that Halloween isn't as much a macabre holiday as it's a vexing sector that bubbles within one's tick-tocking thoughts.
Sift through Ianqu's cash at
https://adarcahianku.bandcamp.com/album/cash?fbclid=IwAR0344P9WAiNKV8zUVPyyhy_d7uvHeXbhs_i518tMALInHScbzMd7cbMYb4.
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