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Touché Amoré - Parting the Sea Between Brightness and Me
Touché Amoré’s “Parting the Sea Between Brightness and Me” is what post-hardcore perfection sounds like. Polished with bold production value and picturesquely decorated with stygian visual lyricism, it’s impossible to deny the sheer skill and dazzling contrast Amoré bring to the table artistically. They’ve mastered their style and sound from their gritty debut album, “…To the Beat of a Dead Horse” and perfectly evolved as a band, making “Parting the Sea” an immaculate listen. These moments in music come few and far between, but “Parting the Sea” is a record that demands your attention, shocks you to the core and will stick with you, regardless of musical preference. (10/10)
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This is what goosebumps are made of.
Enter the unflinching album, …To the Beat of a Dead Horse, by Touché Amoré. These hardcore revolutionists have a great deal to say, an even greater deal to prove and an extremely large amount of sound to put it to. Building themselves on the foundations of spoken word and post-hardcore style, Touché Amoré keep a determined and unflinching sense of musicianship unlike any other band in their respective genre. Amoré desire a poetic, wholesome result with their work and fulfill their ambitious vision by functioning as hard working philosophers in a world of ruins where everything is filthy and angry.
Like a beat or sports journalist, there’s something both riveting and challenging about writing about the same thing repeatedly. Much like this genre, there’s only so much you can put a spin on. Amoré lets all of their composition revolve around grisly lyricism and shrewd delivery. It’s a unique take on the post-hardcore style, something practically non-existent in a genre where experimentation is impossible or impossible to hear.
What makes this album so damn resonating is how eye-openingly, pupil-wideningly strong it is. Like being dumped in a glass case full of ice water, …To the Beat of a Dead Horse is a poetic force that attacks the senses just as much as it does to the band. You’re forced a mass dosage of depression, frustration and desire with an uncharted amount of power and brute rawness.
I can offer 1,001 ways to express the raw power Touché Amoré offers with their remarkable work, but no set of words can deliver the essence of such powerful music. Even if hardcore music isn’t your cup of tea, I assure you, there is something remarkable here worth listening to.
This album was my dad.
