Bardo Relative Reality

by Odradek Room

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Vetrarnótt
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Vetrarnótt They make music their canvas actually delivering great post-metal music mixed with a death metal influence, specially on vocal work. Lead guitar deliver nice melodies, while rhythms turn into an obscure tone and patterns open and close, as the songs develop. Very emotional music from a young band worth following in future releases. Favorite track: A Painting (digging into the canvas with oil).
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Paul Henderson One of the strongest death/doom albums I've ever heard in all honesty, so much depth to it, so much going on and so many other elements beyond what we normally hear from the genre. Rich, emotional, evocative, I can't recommend this album enough and if you're a fan of death/doom, post rock or melancholic music at all you NEED this one.
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Scumbag How is it possible that something this accomplished and mature can be a debut album!?
Perpetually intriguing, there is so much more to this recording than just a death/doom album, there's a strong progressive element to the compositions and structures.
Bardo Relative Reality kinda reminds me of the Disillusion album Back To Times Of Splendor - high praise indeed! Favorite track: Theatre of Forms.
Jdude
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Jdude Absolutely captivating. I want more, great melody and layers of mood woven into a distinct and heavy sound. This is some great music! Favorite track: Theatre of Forms.
Sasha Postnikova
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Sasha Postnikova I recommend this to anyone who is devastated by the fact that Mar de Grises are no more.
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Named after one of Franz Kafka's short stories, Odradek Room is an atmospheric and progressive death-doom band with post-rock leanings from Mariupol, Ukraine. Initially formed in 2008 under the name 'Shards of Silence', the past five years has given the band ample time to develop and refine their sound for their debut album 'Bardo. Relative Reality.' Creating dynamic and profound music, rich in tempo and mood variation, Odradek Room has crafted an extremely strong debut which perfectly shows the duality between the aggressive and melancholic sides of death-doom combining slow plodding riffs, soaring emotional melodies, post-rock leanings, and a psychedelic touch to create a rich canvas of sonic majesty. A conceptual album based on the ideas of the Tibetan Book of the Dead and surreal images of the subliminal consciousness, the album consists of seven songs and an hour playtime, released in a digipack with a 12 page booklet including the full album's lyrics in both Russian and English, since it was very important to the band for the lyrical concept of this work to be comprehensible in both languages. Unique, mature, and with a well-defined personality, Bardo. Relative Reality. is a highly recommended debut album from this young Ukrainian band.

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released March 9, 2013

Artyom Krikhtenko – vocals, guitars, keyboards, sampling
Sergey Kuznetsov – bass, keyboards, sampling
Roman Borovikov – drums
Ilya Zernitsky – guitars

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Track Name: Theatre of Forms
Bright light. The only spectator is you.
Another dream beyond a dream. Another day beyond a day.
A theatre of forms – all the demons and filth is yours.
It’s all right here… you paint it all.

And the essence was filled
With intoxicating spirit of the night.
And the unruliness of dying sun
Going down below the horizon…
Track Name: Inflorescence of Silence
To see the wasteland beyond the time
And ravine of names,
That pull you down with those who fell asleep
before the nightfall
Through the corridors, the pattern
of the vicious walls
All the doors are hiding the path
in your first dream

There is a door beyond a door
There is no answer to the question
We follow the red thread of the blood
Trying to find the clue
Continuing the fall
Into the depths of dreams - labyrinth
One destination
For all, and break the chain

Wandering fire
In the unconnected streetlines
And my distorted face
In a reflection on the puddle
Inflorescence of silence
is flashing with the stars
in the sky, beyond the faded depth.
And ashes, falling down on me like snow
The steps are so heavy, walking upwind
The lights grow cold
Beyond the ruins of houses
Adjust stone, and the chilling crest of flame
is touching, is caressing them
The inscribed signs
The fire smokes, erasing the sense
Until it's pitch black and silence
Screaming and deafening
And my distorted face
On a reflection on a puddle

Flaccid sparkles of life are dying out
In the darkness with languor on the verge
The souls are smoldering in labyrinths
In the delirium of lost truth
The sense is guiding through the net of corridors
Until the bottom of the longed-for delusions
The pain is forgotten, the dreams are washed away
The gaze has stopped at the closed doors.
Track Name: A Painting (digging into the canvas with oil)
There is no rustle, no squeak
Everything got stiffened behind the window
As on a silent painting
Taking a life away into the paint
Everything is keeping breathless silence
Existing without sense
And digging into the canvas with oil
Everything got stiffened behind the window
Questioning despondently
Where is the artist that has been deprived
Their life of title to sense

The paint crumbles with a gore
Disclosing the true inner of the painting
Through the threads, bandages, dried clots
It's not the canvas
but the glass that got exposed

The blind destiny in a mirror's space
Opened beyond the distance and time
a reflection without light behind
Immaterial abyss is empty
But suddenly a movement of a brush
Is drawing an image where I've been before
How scary it is to acquire a sight
know oneself for the first time
From the other side of a plate glass

My light is faceless...oh no
There is a scream behind the layers of paint
An almost extinct pain
A moan broke through the layer of oil
Track Name: Suffocation
Pain...my scream is tearing through my dream
Cutting the night with silence splinter
This is a dream...it's just a dream...
It's smothering with delight and you
Remained in it...

And I'm just like behind the wall
Behind a cell in a windowless room
I am a prisoner in silence in front of myself
Forgetting about the rainbow and painful dreams
With your photo in my fingers...

Oh, how dark it is in here
But I'll adjust to anything
My fear of darkness
Will lead my sight outside
There are no shining stars here
There's just a flat ceiling, -
The border of the freedom's mind
Is carrying a despair

A glass...
Is breaking down so easily in my hands
Almost not leaving any wounds
But it cannot be brought back
And I cannot tear through the cell of being.

The walls will tumble down,
The sky has fallen to the ground
Abyss...I saw her eyes
Constrained by the cold
In a fiery whirl
The ash will tell you everything
Track Name: Faded Reality
The words will blur like stains on paper
Under the burden of sense, deprived of its power.

The clock moaned, counting instants and seconds
Of a cheerless dance under high domes of heaven.

And rain outside, that’s distorting reality,
Is walking on roofs and rippling in puddles.

And its drops fly in through the glass that is broken,
Washing away all colours with stains of pain.

I heard rain whisper that there’s no “tomorrow”,
And “yesterday” ‘s lost in those snatches of shots

Of that black and white reel, that is so long-forgotten,
Hidden in life’s slowly fading true colours.

All candles died out… they drowned in the darkness.
And loud peals of thunder will deafen the cries.

The words will blur like stains on paper
Under the burden of sense, deprived of its power.

It’s so easy to love,
Staring with wonder
And looking down at the moist soil.
It’s easy to hate,
Having grown a mute seed inside,
And, with it, the craving.
Emptiness… will fill every vessel with meaning,
When life’s ashes accumulate at the bottom.
A shot will blow away the obscure footprints,
One, that is point-black… and a cry, from afar.
Track Name: River
I am nothing
And yet I swim, but driven
By a cold river's flow
Yes, I am nothing
I am but a vessel
I'm wounded lengthwise, cracked, and empty now

The path for reaching you is long
I'm on that path, cognising life
Apart from void, there are no forms
The tears grow purer, and cleaner is the light.
Track Name: Cold Light
Strong winds shall turn
The wheel of ignorence
As demons shall, your guardians appear
Surrounded by flame they will be

The coldest light that I have seen
The confluence was my desire
With that, I'd quench my endless needs
Those impulses of greatest smother