“Echoes” is a torturing, heavy stone tied to the neck, dragging you down to the bottom.
Les Raisins De La Colere enclosed their 6 minute masterpiece with fatigue, melancholy and the remaining bricks of the empty mirages wall. “Echoes,” without sparing, is scratching your heart through billions and billions of conserved ghosts and hopeless reincarnations. The drums quietly and dreary pound along to the music of the tears valley. The softness and tranquility of each instrument remind of the collapse of all the impulses and efforts. The man’s age-old fatality is expressed in these 6 minutes.
