It's common for people, for cultures in general, to look beyond this hard-hitting world. A Valhalla awaits, or so some say, but for the sake of this mortal turf, hopes and dreams still saturate, demanding interventions for the selfish here and now.
Adarkah Ianqu's Valhalla highlights this habit, with titles and nipping notes that relay anxious yearning within the reverberating region of industrial sound.
"The third world needs money" is a quaint case in point per its long, charitable hymn. As the groaning composition progresses, images burst from one's head: hands raised with fingers grasping, snatching whatever others can give. Will it be enough to quench the need for salvation or will the consequences be unavailing and overspent?
This nagging inquiry continues in "everywhere you recapture the meaning of a woman", though it touches more upon unrequited love than what a meager dollar can buy or sell. Inside Ianqu's rumbling recesses, each poignant pitch invokes an elusive face, a whiff of perfume, a promise of an embrace, but in the end, one is left with only empty arms and ridiculing regret.
"Drop the shawls and dig {for merry go round}" is another lonesome lane sewn from the same cloth. In this instance, Ianqu's morose murmurs allude to a final stretch (death?), a walking-distance craving where weariness is disrobed in the final throes of breath. Through Ianqu's raspy gasp, fingers again reach, but this time for a spry carousel, but of course, it moves much too fast to catch.
As woe overflows, "curses whispering against death" becomes the stretched refrain, its alien buzz birthing "a thousand prayer songs {for abraham}" where a tale of Biblical proportion replies.
To fulfill God's request, our eponymous hero must defile his own flesh as cutting chords prod him onward. Will his deed be appeased or will the divine blade stick without reprieve? The result could be dark or light, depending on how deep one believes.
Ianqu concludes the album with "gave me an order to save me {to Bloody}", which buffers the latter, defining a persistent obedience that will set one free. And so within its baleful percussion, hopes and dreams carry on, bracketed by infinite, beleaguered brutality.
With "Valhalla", Ianqu regurgitates another titanic tapestry, with life's cloaked disenchantment captured to a tee, in a experiment that dangles haunty Heaven, while delivering haloed Hell.
Valhalla calls at
https://adarcahianku.bandcamp.com/album/valhalla?fbclid=IwAR3XEXBOflLLGMCERnA2qcJBeVjoHYWEG0Z7FgS8iaufvyciCtTWAi8ikvw.
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