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▀▀██████▀ Artist: Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words
░ ▄ ▓█████▀ Title───: Lost In Reflections
██ █████▀ Label────: Killer Pimp
▒██ █████ Genre─────: Electronic
▒▓██ ███▓ Str.date──: 31-03-2009
▓████ ▓██▒ Rip.date──: 02-03-2010
▒████ ▀█ Source────: CDDA
▓████▄ █▄ Encoder───: LAME 3.97 -V2 --vbr -new
▒ ▓████▄ █ Ripper───: Team ZzZz
▒██████▄ Quality──: VBRkbps / 4410kHz / Joint Stereo
▓██████▄ Tracks──: 6
▄▄█████████▀ Size──: 70.57 MB
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█▓ 01. This Room Seems Empty Without You 5:35
█▓ 02. Lost & Losing 6:58
█▓ 03. What I Wouldn't Do To Feel Alive 6:34
█▓ 04. In Crowded Rooms, On Empty Streets 7:13
█▓ 05. What Stays And What Fades Away 6:47
█▓ 06. Himmelschreibenden Herzen 19:00
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▒▓██▓ The cover art of Lost in Reflections depicts a sort of ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ bizarre, surrealistic roundtable of clones in business ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ suits, sitting with their arms folded and staring at ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ each other as if they had all just swindled one ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ another in the most heinous way possible. The rest is ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ black. It's truly a strange scene, one undoubtedly ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ meant to be a reflection of the album's vaguely ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ spectral title. Thomas Ekelund (the man behind Dead ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ Letters...) writes of the album that it is, to a large ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ extent, an outgrowth of his diagnosis and subsequent ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ battle with borderline personality disorder, and the ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ attendant feelings of alienation, isolation, and the ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ perturbation of the sense of self. He describes his ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ personal degeneration as having gotten to the point ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ where his image of himself was of ôAn empty shell ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ containing oozing, black bile and nothing else.ö For ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ all this marked doom and gloom, it's interesting that ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ the most salient feature of the album is its ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ approachability. ░█▓▒
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▒▓██▓ A listener going into this album would be right to ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ expect a plunging, pit-of-despair excursion through ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ black fields draped with mist, the moaning intestines ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ of glacial caverns and abandoned, decaying toy ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ factories, and at points, we do get those sorts of ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ typical dark ambient tropes. However, much more often ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ we are submerged in a more subtle, profound, and ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ strangely comforting seclusion. Set adrift on a sturdy ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ but pliable raft of electronic snaps, crackles, and ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ pops, we are borne gently to and fro by layered ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ currents of iridescent guitar melodies and rolling ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ swells of delicate fuzz. There is no doubt a strain of ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ loneliness and pain suffered in solitude that runs ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ through each of these songs, but it's the kind of ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ neurosis that you can bring home to mom. As hard as ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ this album tries to be tortured and inaccessible, it ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ can't shake the fact that it's actually a very ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ beautiful and generally pleasant experience. ░█▓▒
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▒▓██▓ This is not to say that we've got an I'm From ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ Barcelona album on our hands here. There are a couple ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ tracks (ôLost and Losing,ö ôIn Crowded Rooms, On Empty ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ Streetsö) that at least break ground on that pit of ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ despair, alerting us to the darker side to Ekelund's ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ project; but even these moments end up resolving ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ themselves into graceful phantasms of melodies. I ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ suppose that these subtle swayings of emotion are just ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ another manifestation of the album's theme, but as ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ illustrations of an ailment that Ekelund says ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ ôinevitably drapes every aspect of life in shadows ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ that range from shades of gray to coal black,ö I can't ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ help but feel that some of that terror and despair has ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ not been fully transcribed. ░█▓▒
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▒▓██▓ If this album is meant to be a declaration and ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ relation of feelings of anguish, existential anxiety, ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ and sequestration, I must say that it has failed. ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ However, there is a type of invitation here, a form of ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ calling into loneliness. We are not asked to empathize ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ with this album, and we are not dragged screaming by ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ its tendrils into the heart of darkness. Instead we ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ are nudged, led quietly by our hands to a place where ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ someone has found something of value, and then we are ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ left there. A child's fortress inside a giant rotting ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ stump deep in the forest, a dock with no boat or house ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ on the shore of a lake long since turned to swamp ù we ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ are left alone, sure, but we are also left with the ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ hope of coming to terms with that fact and of finding ░█▓▒
▒▓██▓ something worth being alone for. - Tiny Mixtapes ░█▓▒
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