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Bardo Relative Reality

by Odradek Room

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spawnofchaos This is a hard album to classify. There is definately an atmospheric/doom style core here, with a lot of progressive and experimental flavour. Odd, but very enjoyable. Favorite track: A Painting (digging into the canvas with oil).
Metallurgical Fire
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Metallurgical Fire Yet another band that does not fit cleanly into established genres. It’s doom, sure, but I hear a more progressive sensibility than black or death metal. Not every album with atmosphere and a few blast beats is atmospheric black metal! Anyway, this is a release with true emotional depth. The songwriting is very compelling, though I was initially ambivalent about the subject matter.
Dmitry Nevozhay
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Dmitry Nevozhay Experimental take on atmospheric death-doom. Unusual progressions and post-rock melancholy.
Slava Ukraini! 🇺🇦 Mariupol will be deoccupied. I hope that guys are in safety and are alive. Favorite track: A Painting (digging into the canvas with oil).
Paul Henderson
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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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Morts 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.
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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.
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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…
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.
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
Suffocation 07:54
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
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.
River 05:22
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.
Cold Light 07:27
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


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.


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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