An Empty Frame

by Soliloquium

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Full length debut out on Transcending Records. Buy the CD here: www.transcendingrecords.com/cgi-bin/productDetails.cgi?pid=9683

"So, based on earlier material, where you might have expected some sort of easy ride into anodyne Peaceville-worship, what you're actually getting is something worthy of buckling your seatbelt and taking a white-knuckle ride on a Death/Doom rollercoaster. I'll be honest, and say I really didn't anticipate it throwing quite such a flanker, but this really has turned out to be a top-notch example of how to make a melting-pot of different elements work coherently, and finish it off with the meticulous polish and slickness typical of many Swedish projects. Sure, it's not exactly new ground, and, sure, I can find the occasional miss-step that doesn't quite work to the same standard, but those fleeting imperfections are in no way a barrier to 'An Empty Frame' deserving a thorough recommendation - it's earned its higher-profile label backing, and I hope it'll get the recognition that deserves."

Read the review: doom-metal.com/reviews.php?album=3015

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released October 21, 2016

Stefan Nordström - vocals, guitars
Jonas Bergkvist - bass
Mortuz - drums
Mike Watts - electronics

All Music written by Stefan Nordström.
Mixed and mastered by Mike Watts.

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Soliloquium Sweden

Soliloquium is a swedish death/doom metal band started in 2011. Our main influences are Katatonia, Anathema, Paradise Lost and October Tide. Soliloquium has grown from a side project to a full fledged band, and our musical horizons are expanding beyond death/doom. All our music is available as name your price/free downloads.

Stefan Nordström - Guitars/Vocals
Jonas Bergkvist - Bass
Mortuz - Drums
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Track Name: Eye of the Storm
The allure of chaos, the raging tempest
Cling to life in the starting blocks
As the hourglass grows emptier still

Enduring, wallow in weakness of mine
The crack in the looking glass
To alone tread the pathways in light of spring
To have nothing has never been such bliss

Is it rain or tears?
Savage climate or brooding fears
A labyrinth of years
This darkness is mine through the eye of every storm

The slowing of heartbeats

Ambition's flame continually burns
Leaves me to wonder when the limelight is mine to enter

To leave this place and soar beyond the vast terrains
But a recurring dream, never quite in reach
The nighttime world, its damaged poetry
Its soothing tones, its healing silence
Track Name: Earthly Confine
This is not the place where dreams take flight
This won't be the day ambitions are realized
The tired lightsource, spring escaping me
This is not the place where dreams take flight

In this earthly confine hours linger by
"Any place but here", we repeat in sullen tone

What's left to strive for in a garden of fear?
Clashing wills, tired days
Constant pressure heals no wound
We find ourselves begging for release

Lessons expensively learned, you pass by in time of need
Carve a word or two, quench the noise
We've come a long way to be wayward still
Adrift in endless sea, a companion of silence
Track Name: The Sorrow Path
A numbing sense of dissonance, as nails in tired eyes
Another day when choices and aspirations fail to provide result
When fear of failure encompasses will to try
When familiar demons take hold to never let go

It's that time again, it's a night of burdens
It's the veil of night, the sorrow path

Themes grow old, seasons repeat
A pale reaction to what once was all
From nothing to everything, adrift in infinite void
Forever the reluctant passenger searching release
Track Name: With or Without
Reflections, red and white
Light source upon pavement
The radiance of a sleeping city
Rid of the burdens of day

Who are we to fight rising tides?
Struggling further with no reward
With or without, it's always the same
Entangled in chains of the past

Shaping purpose in empty existance, as fire from extinct ember
What is and what could have been, as day and night cycles again
To be free in containment, this harrowing dream
I remain the wayward seed

Time has escaped me, the passing of years
Stones left unturned, memories lurk in every corner
Echoes with unfettered power
The autumn when the city spoke to me
Track Name: The Observer
Shake the disease lingering inside
Delayed reaction, the dread of expecting eyes
Withstanding weakness, weighed down in affliction
A grueling task in the best of times

Carried the burden, straining for a befitting answer
As time escaped me and senses grew pale
Lost in trains of thought, epiphanies beyond your distant smile
The noise of the world, I long to join them but dread every sound

To take the steps prescribed, clinging to solid ground
Living like I wasn't ever here

To wander wayward empty still, to feel no calling strong enough
To watch the best of intensions wither
The end is nigh, my friend
Please let me sleep

The defect's roaring storm, white noise and repetition
Here I stand as the observer, the empty frame
Track Name: Procession
Inside the silent and pale hides the agony of worlds
To roam unprotected in daytime haste
It's the sleep of the lonely, it's the tragedies of man
It's the curse of the defect
It's a life passed, not lived

Childlike outbursts hides the old man's woes
Feeble cries of the voice never heard
I dread these four walls, the mind's eye's secluded caverns
Forever caged in a fool's procession

A sense of betrayal with every repeated word
Misguided comfort to still the rage inside
Surely I feel, you've all let me down
In lacrimose night I see, it is not the case

Tend my wounds, you may
Burnish the surface of scars that never heal
The grey of life's torn fabric, a canvas befouled
The core of the darkest thought, only a hint of sorrows to come