In the beginning… wait, maybe that is just too far back. Yet, the foundations of creation regarding who I wish to share with you reader may yet be necessary to articulate given that this artist is perhaps a musical orientation of such preeminent pulchritude that the very advent of the world may help better invoke his deserved respect. John Williams captivated our imagination, touched our hearts and moved us to tears (at least he did with me). Hans Zimmer gave us the compositional manifold of what I coined as “Titanic Composition”: a reality in which war is enacted between not merely man and man, but man and the limits of his will to dominate our ears and thunder-strike our minds: a war within sound. Danny Elfman took us to the fantasy of fairy tales, folklore and fables; teaching us that even the most obscurely concocted use of a musical instrument is a doorway into a realm of horror, romance and/or drama with a twist of lemon… a twist of a piano coil. And finally (with every other musical composer in between yet not included for the sake of my fatigue) Thomas Bergersen, the cacophonic genius of yet another tier of “Titanic Composition” who takes the battles fought by every tool of all the history of the world’s weapons and throws them into a paroxysm of, for lack of a better term, epic musicianship and instrumentation for the orgasmic pleasure which at least my ears bleed into my headphones and speakers… figuratively. Hence under the impression that, at the very minimum, a plateau of musical composition had been reached by Thomas Bergersen and his phenomenon of Two Steps From Hell, the symphony orchestra I am sacrificing the better part of my name in money to see live, I expected to see the next evolution in music arise in at least four years’ time, or there about.
Now, I am diagnosed with Autism. Asperger’s Syndrome has been done away with by the collection of Ph. D’s and other people with degrees outranking the majority of the world’s capabilities (no offense, truly) and I hold a perhaps somewhat biased outlook upon music. Autistic people tend to have a heightened reception to sensory perception, whether audio, visual but usually both. This can and does induce in us great and even debilitating pain when in atmospheres of chaos. Ergo, when it comes to music, the chorographical manipulation of sound is possibly more pleasing to us in a way which is likely foreign or utterly unknown to others. The sound of nature, especially the enigma of water (to which I could stare at for hours, if not all day long) is also that of serenading effects and can therefore be perceived by us in a very unique way. Now, getting to the point, I stumbled upon a musical composer of independent classifications known as none other than Les Friction. I could very easily look up this individual’s name and make known to the reader that his previous cohort from a group known as E.S. Posthumus (E. S. standing for “experimental sounds” and the name “Posthumus” mysteriously the exact same name of a character in a new book I am writing [I am to the point where I simply do not or have very little faith in the notion of coincidence]) had died and this new revelation in music began his own independent label known as Les Friction. If additional mesas of comprised monodies could ever surpass Les Friction, then the next step I deem would be that of the songs of Angels and then the very voice of God. Les Friction has captivated my heart, shook my body, purified my soul and blanked my mind. What more could I ever say: he is the next epoch in music. Again, I might very well enact a sense of partiality and could even now come to disregard the wide variety of music and its limitless potential. However, Les Friction is now in my computer’s library and I listen to him even now. My only anger comes with how he teases me with a single of his upcoming album, “Who Will Save You Now”: my God, could ever I come to fall back upon anything ever again. And, yes, I am more than likely trapped within the realm of passion and the rush of adrenaline. Such it is with any new album of magnificent proportions. This very scenario was for me the evocation surrounding Evanescence. Such as it was also with Two Steps From Hell. My spirit shall soon enough absorb into itself and my amplified emotions of ecstasy encompassing this boundless music shall undoubtedly subside. But it was and shall be that first time… loosing my audio virginity, so to speak, to the sound of (enter adjective of surpassing expletory emphasis here).
-The Giver of Words.