Nelecc - The Stars

 

I am a real sucker for when atmospheric black metal tips over into emo sad boi noizes without fully committing to blackgaze or post-metal tropes.

Nelson Ulgravyskvrya brings the goods as Nelecc. A homesick love poem to Kenya, written from Chicago, this is utterly heart-wrenching.

When a person falls utterly in love with nature, the specific place and time in which they do becomes sacred. It becomes their only, ever, god. 

And to be wrenched away from that sacred landscape, whether from necessity, need, or desire, is traumatic. It leaves a wound that never heals.It doesn't matter why the traveler leaves, they will never be as at home elsewhere as they were before leaving.

Finding ways to express that infinite grief, that eternal longing for a place time that no longer obtains, that unimaginable rage at the loss of the sacred grove, is the work of a lifetime. Most of us who have lost our sacred groves never find an adequate way to express these things. We sink into bottles or needles or other people or needless arguments. We take our infinite sadness and we forge sharp weapons from it and we use those weapons to assault all those around us, friend or foe.

Nelson has poured his pain into his music, and I hope it brings him solace. It does me. I see you fellow traveler.