Rage lapses into resignation, builds into swelling hope, and leaves us with a sense of acceptance that is both dazzling and devastating at once.
While Haven has the same unmistakable drive and bombast of the band’s previous offerings, it simply lacks the vital ear-worm factor that sucked me into Kamelot’s world in the first place.
I have a long-held fascination with the cello. Sometimes lethargic and lugubrious, sometimes raw and furious, the instrument yields a human and harrowing range of sounds – it has its own voice.
A raw and enchanting album, following on from Road Salt One with a similar stripped-back sound that belies the progressive complexities of its arrangement.