Bizarrechats visitors know that Adarcah Ianqu's audio ventures present deep (self) discovery. With his newest, Multifire, listeners get even more than they've bargained for, and for that, they should be grateful. This may be Ianqu's most daring exploration to date, for it yanks one's frayed spirit from the darkness and plants it smack dab into the light: a miraculous, behavioral maneuver if ever there was one.
What initiates the journey is rudimentary but profound, commencing with the aptly labeled [a]. Here a Lovecraftian landscape takes hold. The chords are gentle yet ferocious, depending on how one's mind flips them, but no matter which side one chooses, the results are as stark as they are surreal.
For [b], the alteration ascends higher, with Ianqu's sounds rubbing along like mad crickets. The composer's atmosphere is fraught with joy, danger, irritation, and in the midst of the mix, a grave yearning to find one's home, but where (God, damn it all to hell!) did it go?
Maybe it resides in [c], but this epic sequel is specialized. Its enclosed roar is that of a behemoth, a New Age Kong, set in a jungle unlike any found before, carved of fetid passages and spiraling slopes, with an austere hallucination at every forbidden turn.
For [d], one becomes chained like Leia to Hutt. Ianqu drives this confining fact home with each linking flick, burning one's courage to a darkened, demonic crisp.
As this somber track fades, [ea] takes its place, striking one's heart with a million, Psycho-ed stabs. It later invokes Fritz's fateful torch to the taunted Frankenstein Monster. Will the pain ever end? E-ouch!
It's, indeed, hard to keep one's head above the anguishing water, and [bc] makes no compromises on that point. It, in fact, may be Multifire's most provocative track, for as much as it progresses, it looks back to Hell's foundation, where flames and pitchforks skip and prance in harried, timeworn pursuit.
But at the end of every dim tunnel, there beams a light, as long as one believes in the possibility of flight. In its gradual, persistent way, [v190] shoves the thematic thread through the eye of the impossible needle or better yet, acts as a rescuing file dug from out a faux cake. All one needs do is cut away the bars, and from there, Ianqu's sounds create that perfect, inimitable, thank-goodness break.
By the time [ccb] enters one's (y)ears, the voyage from out the Outer Realm grows ever near. Ianqu's notes allude to a yellow light so bright that it devours the sun. This staggering, 43-miute track speaks of salvation won through toil, through the intrinsic idea that all bad things must pass, and they do, though for all of [ccb]'s magnanimous magnitude, one may not wish Multifire to do so. For the sake of creating purgation in and out of the unknown, Ianqu's brainchild demands constant savor.
Enter Multifire's subconscious tiers at
https://adarcahiancu.bandcamp.com/album/multifire?fbclid=IwAR2ka9NaxSY7ioxEtsuSSZqxtcXkiJNzlvPZU_ts5LK1RIcNdLKTUdoXdGs
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