-ORAX-
- Cometa -

ORAX was one of the first artists in this genre, and he gave me a lasting impression on it, on what the genre sounds like to me now and how my tastes are. He’s consistently been a favorite of mine ever since his first album and other works afterwords

ORAX was one of the first artists in this genre, and he gave me a lasting impression on it, on what the genre sounds like to me now and how my tastes are. He’s consistently been a favorite of mine ever since his first album and other works afterwords. When I heard he signed with New Retro Wave Records for a release, I was definitely ready. “Cometa”, his third album, expanded my visions of his work. There’s more depth and imagination in it, there’s more of the usual Dark-Synth goodness I love.

“Broken” is the first track on the album, and includes some beautiful piano work as well as drums, hi-hats, and distorted chords needed to give you a vision of beauty and sadness and trauma, reminding me of old Giallo films and directors like Dario Argento. There is beauty, even in death. What is worse is beauty after wishing for death. They are broken inside. “Girls” was the track used for promoting the album, and the track that was available to listen to when the album went up for pre-order. Once again, beauty lies in it with it’s melodious progression and feelings of previous encounters with all sorts of people. Hot girls, cold girls, girls in general have never been good to the character in the album.

The next two tracks reflect that perfectly, and they are “Stay” and “Roof Of Love”. “Stay” has the remembrance of ORAX’s older songs, like “Dreaming”, as well as the beauty of tracks like “Pilgrimage”. “Roof Of Love” also gives more of an insight into the oncoming world ending, as well as more backstory into the character’s life, and it reminds me of all the people I know and love and respect, and the one girl that got away. I miss you, Jade πŸ˜‰

“Empty” is the fifth track and the hardest hitting one to me, it’s distorted and club-like, showing the character’s ignorance of the end of the world before dawn, and is living his life as usual, as usual. It’s dark, depressing, and yet supremely bouncy. “Red Sun” is the most space-like track, and reminds me of old anime like Silverhawks and Space Adventure Cobra, good vibes and colors flow my mind and eyes, as galaxies appear and lore unravels. It’s a literal journey. “Alone” is another addition to the protagonist’s ignorance of the end of his life as he focuses on his own life, as he finally meets a former ex from his high school daze, and is dancing the night away. Literally. It’s just like “Empty”, except more light-hearted and upbeat. It even has a poem by Edgar Allen Poe mixed in. Nice touch there.

“A Mission” is like the old Sci-Fi 80’s horror films, like Re-Animator and Lifeforce, it’s a quest to save the world by the main character, and keep his girl safe. Kill the baddie, get the girl, right? This baddie though, isn’t like most bad guys. It’s the world itself. The world is destroying itself to start over, plants and ivy cover buildings, venus fly traps grow to ginormous sizes, frogs are skyscraper tall, and it’s all because of a comet circling the world. “Freedom” is the victory track. Somehow, you did what you accomplished. Whether by skill, luck, a miracle, or even with help, you made the impossible slightly possible. You’re free of the evils you know of, your psyche returned to normal, and the girl and you are together. However, there isn’t a happy ending.

“Cold” is the last track. The police get a disturbance call, domestic abuse and possible assault and battery. They investigate the newlywed main character and girlfriend’s house. They find the entire house frozen, snow everywhere, snowflakes raining from the air vents, the ceiling fan on and letting snow fall. They check the place, find nothing. The bathtub contains a woman draped in a robe, the girlfriend, frozen and shattered, eyes filled with fear and despair. The oven is on, hot, burning hot. The main character is roasted alive, charred black, no eyes left to see the police’s cries and gasps and radio calls. He doesn’t get to see his wife broken apart in the upstairs tub. He doesn’t get to see the end of the world…because it’s the end of HIS world. He did this to himself, his wife did this to herself. It’s still a mystery how it happened, how snow fell inside and how warmth remained. Love was no savior.