I stumbled across this album by some sleuth work, if you will. I have really developed a taste for ambient and post-rock music over the past ten years [give or take]. A perfect example of ambient music being Stars of the Lid or Loscil, I could name more but will reserve the urge. A perfect paradigm of post-rock music would be Jessica Bailiff. She utilizes all the normal aspects of rock music and doesn't conform in the slightest.
This brings me to Hrsta; I was hunting for music that fits both the ambient and post-rock realm and wham found this album. I was totally swooned by the sleeve of this album. A girl sitting looking pensive, bemused, aloof and isolated all at the same time. What is she thinking? The purple tint really allows this photograph a minimalist quality, as well as arcane plethora, total dualism.
As for the music itself, it is very mellow, serene, introspective and haunting. Mike Moya's vocals are rather interesting. They are placid and frail with regards to their synchronicity. This can almost emulate "whining" (Robert Smith-ish, this is a good thing), I must confess that some of his performances are "harder on the ears" than others. In contrast, the more I listen to this album I appreciate his vocal performance.
Some of the pieces are short or long instrumental pieces, just like ambient music, while others have vocals. There are some really interesting sounds on this album. I don't believe that keyboards or computers were utilized, but it wouldn't be surprising if they were. This album has a pseudo-electronic feel to it. These types of cacophonies are recommended for a cold winter night or in a dimly lit room. As for the name of this album, it is French and translates (in English to) "The Glare of the Sky Was Unbearable". Given the mood of these songs, this title is impeccable.
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