Adarcah Ianqu's Assumptions is Ray Milland's Lost Weekend and Dick Van Dyke's Morning After rolled into one. It's an album that assumes suffering, its consequential addictions and the desperate means to snap from an opiate's shackles.
It starts with a long "second" drilling into one's head, a simulated salvation that only shoves one deeper into Hell's heart. It also turns one's "second" chance into an album all unto itself, exploring the sort of erratic toot that one wishes to end, but gets nurtured all the same, buzzing along with and without refrain.
But "drunk {the first bottle}" is the real kicker. It guzzles down and sloshes the cerebral throat, blurring the vision and wobbling the knees. Its sounds are cool and defiant (a nod to junkie pride), but as it progresses, it becomes an unceasing, diabolical transmission, whizzing like a mad scientist's machinery, creating something big and bad.
With "drunk {the last drop}", the intoxication has struck its satanic summit. It sounds like a wistful whirlybird sputtering ever onward, but going nowhere. It mocks. It taunts. And for better or worse, it lives.
"Try" is the feature-length reply, filled with tingles and chills. In Ianqu's notes, the need to untangle, to clear one's doubts becomes the obsessive pursuit. It feels like going to church, even though one is forever damned, but even so, one must try--try and try again!
Perhaps "tomorrow" will be better. Perhaps, one will see the light, even become anointed by it, cleansed and free of one's poisonous prison. A robotic melody creaks through this track, even more epic than those that preceded it, cranking like a vampire's fingers, daring not to melt, to fade away, cutting into the rays, demanding unmitigated hope. Yes, tomorrow will be brighter. Tomorrow one will be cured. It's all one can presume or else what's the point?
Ianqu's Assumptions lays it all on the line, never apologizing, never resigning, and because of it, it's the best treatment plan one can embrace, so if one is snared by the Devil's mix, partake the moody maestro's audio allusion as quick as one can:
https://adarcahiancu.bandcamp.com/album/assumptions?fbclid=IwAR30GoO4X1azoWi2-cr_X1SRNElydO_jzSQaL6iCaenlU-PrT3viomQBBDc
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