CELAVI - Anima

The Burning Soul of a Neo-Metal Machine: A Review of Anima by Celavi

Written by Chris Magdalenski

From the album’s opening notes a frenetic power takes hold of me. Ominous, yet compelling — synthetic day-glo paints splashed onto a canvas of silence with all the force of an artist swept up into the rush of inspiration.

The drums kick in — each hit a controlled demolition. To say they drag me with them is not entirely accurate. I willingly chase them down whatever path they carve. This is music that one is almost predestined to move to. It drips with an energy both electric and primal.

Sarah, the duo’s vocalist, counters the intensity of the music with an urgency that’s candy coated in sardonic sweetness. Her voice sits just inside the mix, a poison pill that one is all too happy to ingest.

There are five songs on the EP, each one a mainline to the adrenal glands. Lead-heavy guitars mix perfectly with layers of wailing synths to create speed metal for the dystopian age. They list their influences — ranging from Metalcore and Anime to Drum ’n Bass and Industrial, all of which can clearly be heard in this aggressively pleasing undertaking.

One influence that floats to the surface for this Gen-Xer’s ears is The Lords of Acid. Listening to Anima put me right back into the headspace I was in while stuck in the pit of a Lords’ show somewhere around the year 2000. Though hazy now, I remember being blown away by the metal-like potency the synth legends brought to their live show… Pure uncut adrenaline seasoned with healthy doses of sex, death and manic energy.

I hear that same potency here and now. Those same nods to neon-lit dens of mischief and mayhem… I look forward to the day when I find myself stuck in a pit overseen by the power that is Celavi.

For more, visit: https://celavimusic.bandcamp.com/album/anima

LAU - Digital Dream

Review by Karl Magi

Overall Album Impressions

LAU’s Digital Dream is a dynamic retrowave exploration of intense emotion, expressed through the artist's gripping vocal performances, interwoven synthesizers, dynamic guitar segments and well-thought-out lyrics. I enjoy the '80s energy that pours from this album and the emotional roller coaster it carries me on. This is music for both the head and the heart which holds a strong appeal for me.

Each time I review one of LAU’s albums, I am reinvigorated by her vocal performances and Digital Dream is no exception. LAU has a gut-punching voice that reaches out and delivers emotion with pure expression. The way she captures feelings ranging from heartache to passion and mainlines them into my soul is superb, drawing me closer to the themes she explores in her lyrics.

Another stellar feature of Digital Dream is the songwriting. LAU crafts lyrics with emotional vulnerability and intensity, exploring themes of love, longing, uncertainty and heartbreak. Her words delve into deeply personal and intense feelings without pulling any punches. I appreciate that LAU isn’t afraid to traverse deeper emotional terrain in her songs, while also writing music that is playful and full of joy.

The way melody, harmony and low-end strength mingle with a plethora of ear-catching synthesizer sounds makes Digital Dream a musical journey worth taking. The melodies she creates are memorable and emotive, while rich harmonies add depth and powerful percussion and bass shape the music. It also doesn’t hurt that the album is brimming with fantastic retro ’80s sounds.

I also want to highlight the guest artists on this album. Their contributions add depth and weight to the music, giving it polish, precision, and atmosphere. Together, LAU and her guest contributors weave a sonic tapestry that’s difficult to put down.

My Favourite Songs Analyzed

“Laser Eyes” begins as colossal bass moves in a muscled flow as bright notes jump. LAU’s unmistakable voice captures desire and nervousness as the pulsing drums and bass move along with flickering, radiant synth.

The drums and bass form a powerful pulse as LAU’s voice leaps with intense expression and a refulgent synth carries a melody mixing need and passion as it illuminates the track. I find the mysterious quality in LAU’s voice compelling as it carries the flashing melody.

The low end has a forceful drive as the chorus rings out and a brilliant synth flies through the music with incandescent energy. The song moves into a segment in which a luscious, interlocking synth flickers in a smooth flow. LAU’s voice caresses my ears as a glimmering synth cascades. AKRAS’ synth solo rises, capturing encouragement in a dynamic arc before the song ends

The narrator talks about the song’s subject glowing in the dark so she can see them clearly. She says that they could “take down planets with a look." The other person is looking so cute that she could die but she's also scared because “you make me so weak.” She goes on to say that she sees them across a smoky room and they are "attractive and magnetic like perfume."

Our storyteller says that the song's subject has “laser eyes” as she asks them to give her something to see. She wants the other person to stay the night because she's been "running for so long” as she falls into those laser eyes.

The narrator points out that this is the second time the song's subject is “travelling into my space and time." She goes on to say that the other person has her now.

She continues by saying that “you give me just one look and I am doomed.” She has no regrets “even though you burn me " but she's trying to forget about their connection and failing to do so.

Powerful but gentle synth swells and expansive notes commence “The Strangest Thing”. The drums launch into a rushing beat and LAU’s voice bursts out with dynamic energy as a synth leaps with glimmering light. Hollow drums throb and the punching low end presses on while LAU’s vocals jump out with engaging energy. The wide-sounding synth is cut by glittering chimes.

The rushing low end trips as LAU’s warm voice skillfully captures the emotions within the lyrics. The synth fills the music with radiance and a caressing feeling as the chimes sparkle. The vocals quickly run through the music, exploding with heartfelt emotion. The synth continues to move in scintillating pulses as LAU’s vocals encapsulate the song’s feelings.

A bending, rapidly dancing synth pours intense shine into the track as broad chords fill the background with strength. The pumping low end drives on and the song comes to an end on the touching vocals and bright chimes.

Our storyteller describes the song’s subject as “dancing through the pain” while waving goodbye to nearly everything. Meanwhile, the other person is “lost in the rhythm, heart is pounding” as they lie in shattered pieces, their thoughts “colliding in symphony.” The narrator reflects that the other person now second-guesses every love song.

The narrator emphasizes that it was the oddest thing the song’s subject has ever experienced, saying it was “like a dream she put you under.” Now, remnants of the past flood the listener's mind like “hypnotic healing thunder.” The storyteller adds that the other person will never be the same.

For the song’s subject, the narrator states that it will be “another day, another night, another stranger sleeping in your bed.” She questions why the other person now wonders why they can’t recognize themselves and why they “cannot stand any love songs.”

"Alive" starts with calming synth tones that exude a serene, blue-hued atmosphere, trembling softly as a luscious bassline flows underneath. The drums join in, propelling the song with a smooth heartbeat. LAU’s caressing voice drifts out, enveloping the listener in a tender embrace. Her expressive delivery captures the emotional essence of the lyrics, resonating deeply.

Towering, illuminating synths flash brightly, complementing the steady drum pulse and throbbing bass. LAU’s vocals soar with a hopeful melody, while a synth pours a lustrous glow into the soundscape. Broad, shining notes fill the background as the low end pulsates steadily. The vocals dance gracefully through the music, carrying the yearning melody. LAU’s voice weaves through the shimmering backdrop as the drums and bass maintain their rhythm. The melody swells with uplifting, encouraging energy before the song gently concludes.

The narrator tells the song's subject that they don’t understand what she’s been feeling and that everything now carries a new meaning. She implores them to just be hers and adds “can’t you tell I’m going nowhere?” She hopes the other person is thinking of her at that moment.

Our storyteller asks the other person to “hear the stars collide” as they ride into the night together. She feels alive now, describing the sensation as special. “Fireworks tonight, neon lights shine bright,” she says, making her feel alive again.

As she falls deeply, she notes, “I hear your breathing getting closer by the minute” and she pleads with the other person to be hers once more. She wonders if it’s real or if she’s dreaming, as “with each heartbeat, I’m revealing my real side.”

Intimidating bass swells in along with lucid synth and strongly pulsing drum to open “The Storm”. LAU’s voice has a silken, deeply affecting quality as it carries a melody full of gentle affection.

Metallic notes flash as the drums and bass burst before LAU’s voice dances out with a touching feeling as the synth swirls. A worshipful chorus moves in the distance as LAU’s voice reaches out to touch my heart. The melody trembles with loving expression and metallic notes flash out with dazzling power.

The chorus climbs with the vocals, deeply felt and full of passion, as the guitar moves through. The bass throbs and LAU’s voice is full of caring as the drums continue to burst and the guitar solos with intensely heartfelt emotion before the song ends.

Our storyteller says she and her friends have been with each other for a very long time. They are "the perfect match; we go way back." The years pass by, and as they age, they "know each other inside out."

The narrator can't imagine living without her friends who are always there when she's in trouble. She's excited to make new memories with them because "you are everything to me and more; you are gold." If a storm comes up, they weather it together.

Our storyteller says that "when the ocean’s rough, I'll hold your hand" because she will always love her friends. She adds that "even when there's nothing," she can close her eyes and they are beside her.

Now, the narrator points out that they've been through a lot together as friends and "you saved my life and I saved yours." She adds that there have been many others in their lives, but their friendship has always been there. She goes on to say that when there's nothing else, "I just close my eyes and you’re my paradise."

“Damaged" comes to life with a massively throbbing bassline paired with a delicately shimmering synth that twirls above it. The bass undulates, while soft chords slip into the mix. LAU’s gutsy, deeply emotive vocals enter, supported by a steady, guiding drumbeat. The lithe synth entangles with affectionate light, rippling alongside smoothly floating lines. High notes carry a dancing melody tinged with melancholy, reflecting the emotional weight of the lyrics.

Fulvio Colasanto’s guitar glides in with a smooth, easygoing quality, merging seamlessly with the throbbing drums and bass. LAU’s voice bursts with raw emotion and a longing for a brighter future. A chiming melody glimmers, adding sparkle, while the guitar continues to flow through the track with a velvety touch. LAU’s vocal performance captivates, filled with loving emotion, as the undulating bassline propels the track forward.

The scintillating melody radiates passion, while Fulvio Colasanto’s guitar cries out with an expressive, heartfelt tune. Silken synths glitter and skip past like fleeting moments and the chimes resonate with crystalline purity, singing out beautifully. The track drives powerfully to its conclusion, leaving a lingering sense of longing and emotional intensity.

The narrator says that she can’t give the song’s subject what they came searching for. She adds “my heart’s a little damaged, so I can’t give you more.” Perhaps after some time passes, she can open up again. She goes on to say, “maybe we’ll meet down the line, and you will comprehend” that she was terrified because loving the other person wasn’t in her plans. She adds, “I didn’t wanna disintegrate into your arms.”

Our storyteller asks,“So what if life divides us? So what if it’s the end?” because the song’s subject wasn’t afraid to show her how deeply they had really fallen for her. She repeats that she was scared to death and that loving the other person wasn’t in her plans. She elaborates, “I really couldn’t reciprocate your one-time love.”

She reflects, “Empty rooms and superficial hours fade away in memories we once had.” She concludes that it was everything, and it was theirs—but now, nothing will come back.

A smoothly popping disco beat moves with vivid synth intertwining in silky lines to start “Physical Attraction”. Now the drums and bass launch earnestly as LAU's voice captures the passion and desire within the lyrics. The funky bass line rides along with the drums and LAU's expressive vocals.

A tightly wound synth wriggles its way through the track as LAU pours out emotion and need. The lead synth shimmies through a melody as it jumps for joy and the groovy low end propels the track. LAU's vocals catch the disco vibes in the music, exploding with lively energy as a funky guitar solo spins through. The drums flourish, and the chorus forms hip-shaking grooves that make me want to move.

LAU creates an engaging atmosphere with her vocal performance, and the slap bass brings the cool factor. A raised, nasal-sounding synth calls out in a drifting melodic line before the low end locks in again, and the track dances on. The music ends with the chorus unfurling in impassioned motion, and the low end pushing forward.

Our storyteller says that the song's subject catches her eye in a crowded room but walks on by. She says, "I can feel the tension, I can sense your heartbeat," but the other person is scared to step out of the shadows, and she wonders why.

The narrator tells the song's subject that they should "seize the moment, leave fear behind." She knows they can do it and tells them not to hesitate because "the time is now." They've got a strong physical attraction that isn't merely distracting. She says that they have a connection and "we're the spark and the reaction."

Our storyteller talks about their attraction to one another being "gravitational, a groove of satisfaction." She says that the song's subject is like an undeniable missing piece. She adds, "we fit like a glove," and asks for the other person's number. She wants to catch up with them the next day, "maybe sober up and go for a drive," since she just wants to see them.

Now the narrator says that they should "hold this moment, forget the world" without any more hesitation because now is the time for them.

*High and Low* begins with an urgently trembling synth as LAU's dynamic and soaring voice carries the poppy melody with an easy flow. The broad bass throbs as the drums tick rapidly and then flourish. Hand claps echo as LAU's joyful voice powers forth energetically, while the synth flicks out playful, dancing lines, and the low end bursts.

LAU's vocals create pure enjoyment as they carry the uplifting melody, and hand claps come in again. The lead synth fills my ears with happiness and shining life as it swirls upwards. Once again, LAU captures the mood of the music perfectly and conveys it to me with charming expression.

Now her muffled voice chants as smoothly intertwining, misty synths are cut by sparkling notes, and the hand claps return. The song has a superb retro feeling as it skips through the verses and explodes exuberantly before coming to an end.

The narrator talks about a clock ticking as she holds her phone in hand, surrounded by empty space. She says she’s "figuring out the science of love." Now she stands waiting for a sign because the other person said yes at first, but it’s been a while and she can’t hide her feelings.

Our storyteller reveals that she was running on automatic. She "didn't mean to be dramatic, but my past is so traumatic," and now she feels "somatic" to the subject’s love. She adds that she’s dying when the other person makes her high before bringing her low.

The narrator isn’t sure whether they’re together or not. She hates it when the subject says they do and then they don’t. She finds herself having to "weigh in all my options if you call." As more time passes, she asks, "Are we just friends? Are we just what?" The uncertainty drives her crazy.

Our storyteller wonders if she should wait or run. She concludes by saying, "Each day I miss you more and more, and I can’t fight it."

Conclusion

Digital Dream is another excellently executed album by LAU and her guests. it keeps all of the retro energy that I've come to enjoy from her work and gives it another layer of polish and musical quality. This is one of those albums that I could listen to over and over without ever getting tired of hearing it.

C Z A R I N A - Empire

Echoes Of A Lost Empire: A Summary Report on the Phenomena Experienced During the Survey of Planet Designated “Kitsune 00.46.2”

Submitted by Christoph Magdalis — 3rd Archon Audiologist, Division of Xeno-Archeology

Author’s Note 001: As I write this report my team and I are still grappling with the effects of whatever it was that our team came into contact with during our expedition of the world we now refer to as “Kitsune”. Though the visions have become less vivid over the passing days, we are all still experiencing auditory hallucinations at regular intervals. 

Though not unpleasant, it is safe to say that the entire team (myself included) are being irrevocably altered in ways we cannot even being to fathom. With that said, I fear my words alone cannot truly express the nature of our findings. Please reference the audio fragments listed below.

Our group descends into the depths of the bore-hole. Hours pass slowly. As we move the darkness deepens. It thickens into a viscous substance that slows our footfalls and slackens our resolve. The light of our holo-torches keeps us all moving forward, the thin line of illumination is the only thing tying us to whatever it is at the end of all this.

The only thing that breaks the oppressive silence is the sporadic chatter of our comms. A staccato back and forth, operational protocols mixed with the occasional gallows humor jokes that are commonplace on expeditions such as these. Always a comfort, even if it’s a thin one at best.

We’re shaken from the moment mission-focused reverie when we come to the realization that we are not alone. Another voice fills in the space around us.

Audio Fragment 1.001 — “Rebirth”

Her voice shatters the darkness we’ve been wading through. Her cries to the heavens are nothing short of primal. Wave after wave of raw emotion crash into us, overwhelming our senses to the point of near failure. There is no single word to describe the emotion she is projecting. Joy, sadness, pain, rage, hopefulness - they’re all there. A singularity of consciousness wrenched into being by sheer force of will.

This isn’t a song. It’s a new beginning. This being has existed before. She exists again.

The music that accompanies her is a contradiction. Both familiar and alien all at once - exotic tonalities interweave with one another, creating soundscapes that offer endless opportunities for auditory exploration. To say that the music accompanies her would not be accurate. She exists in it. It exists in her.

There’s an urgency to the melody that drives the meaning behind her words. She’s telling us the story of her return while simultaneously adjusting to a reality shifted by the winds of time. The drums are relentless, demanding that we follow her down whatever path she forges.

The music stops. The darkness engulfs us once more.

Audio Fragment 2.002 — “Dark Star”

We’ve awoken in a massive chamber with no recollection of how we arrived here. Our eyes adjust to the faint greenish light that permeates the room. Closer inspection reveals the source to be the walls themselves. They are covered in large glowing sigils of unknown meaning. We are greeted by the being’s voice once more. This time she’s joined by the full force only an orchestra can provide. The drums have not lost an modicum of intensity, though tribal elements push themselves to the fore. They steady the composition, providing a charged heartbeat to this reawakening ritual we are now a part of.

As the song comes to an end, the room dissolves around us. Seconds later we are surrounded by stars.

Author’s Note Supplemental 001.b: After undertaking a data-mining operation spanning at least eight centuries it is confirmed that there is no being living or dead known as “CZARINA” in any record of any civilization in the charted universe.

Audio Fragment 3.003 — “Ghost Machine”

The terror I feel in these initial moments is beyond words. Solid ground has given way to the vastness of space. The comfort of stone walls is replaced with a canvas of planets, stars and nebulae. We share the same space as entire galaxies. Their imposing forms remind us just how insignificant we are.

The music is there once more. Though it continues to intensify, it offers a sense of grounding. This all could be an illusion. A grand theater projecting to us a lost reality. Again we are confronted by her vocals. They have all the authority of a general leading countless legions into intergalactic conflict. There are entire warships dedicated to spreading the liturgy that is her Empire.

Author’s Note Supplemental 001.c: A subsequent liturgical survey has returned no results on the name being present in the belief systems or mythologies of 765,000 xeno races that have existed across the same span of time.

Audio Fragment 4.004 — “Exoskeleto”

The view shifts again. We’re on the bridge of a spacecraft of some kind. We can see our distorted reflections in the sleek sliver of its bulkheads. There are no visible control panels, yet I get the sense we are moving. The music begins again. Strange and frenetic, it reminds me of machine-speak. Warbles and bleeps bounce around each other in a playful dance that is on the edge of spinning out of control. 

It’s the sheer power of her voice that holds everything together. Our attention is drawn upward, and we see her for the first time. She’s standing at the ship’s apex - a glass-lined observation deck built for one. Clad in armor crafted from the same material as the ship we are now on, her striking form is infused with a sense of spectral unreality. Streaks of starlight glimmer and glint off of her battle plate. 

The dark of her eyes relentlessly scan the stellar fields in front of her. She searches for something.

Audio Fragment 5.005 — “Empire”

It is clear to me this being we have come to know as “CZARINA” is a messenger of some kind. She exists to …………………………………………………………………………………………………….

CONTENT HAS BEEN REDACTED PER ORDER OF THE ECHELON OF INFORMATION DISSEMINATION…………………………………………………………………………………………..

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………  “Build our Empire of metal and fire” repeated over and over again. 

I think we’ve awakened something.

Audio Fragment 6.006 — “Metatronica”

In less than an instant the ship is gone. I’m back in the massive cavern chamber from before. The sigils that once glowed an unearthly green now illuminate the room with an orange radiance. A warm feeling permeates my body. Despite the fact that the rest of the expedition seems to be missing I am at peace. 

The room comes alive as the music starts again. A soothing melody, cheerful and waltz-like offers a tonal shift from the previous pieces. The air in front of me morphs into a light show. Holographic images of planets circling one another in a cosmic dance flood my vision. Countless star systems are represented, the timelines of their existence are the threads that bind us all together. Eons on knowledge pour into my mind with all the force of a raging waterfall…. All words are failing me save for one….

Unity.

Audio Fragment 7.007 — “The Outsider”

The light show ends. The room grows cold as the warm light drops to an icy pale blue. The music matches my unease, piercing me like a thousand tiny needles. The dirge-like march of the beat betrays her emotions before her voice enters my consciousness. This song is an interrogation… Not only of herself, but of everything that exists. A dark reflection of the sum total of her existence. She doubts herself yet, pushes forward… All I can do is follow.

Audio Fragment 8.008 — “Alchemy”

The music stops and everything goes pitch black. When the light returns confusion takes over. I am back with the rest of the expedition, but we once again are not where we should be. We are surrounded by immense trees whose tops can barely be seen touching a dusk-amber sky. We’re seated in a circle, guests in a primeval forest… One that shouldn’t exist on the planet we are currently exploring. 

A cacophony of tribal drums flare up around us. They’re sharp contrast from the previous experience. Triumphant in their message, it is clear this song is a declaration - a tribal roar to the heavens that she is master of her reality…

…of this reality.

…of any reality.

The words “Only shadow purifies the light” are lodged in my mind. A permanent splinter in my mind’s eye. 

Author’s Note Supplemental 001.a: A decision has been made. Due to the nature of the “events” we have collectively experienced the team has suspended the mission on Kitsune and returned to prep for cryosleep. It’s been agreed that the best course of action is to return home and develop a different strategy for exploring this world at a later time.

Audio Fragment 9.009 — “Beyond the Veil”

She follows me into what should be a dreamless sleep with one final song. Though it’s a haunting piece, it projects an aura of comforting hopefulness. Her voice moves with us, the music drawn from the very planets our ship passes on its way home. It’s a beautiful lullaby fueled by nothing less then the beating heart of the Universe itself. The low hum of existence is the bed we all share together. 

It could be her final message to us. Or it could be the beginning of something new.

Author’s Note Supplemental 001.b: These findings have been submitted to the Divisions of Quantum Exploration and Reconfiguration and Xeno-Historiography for further review. The entire expedition have all submitted to medical testing on Terra Prime in hopes of gaining a better understanding of our condition, as well as if there are deeper ramifications for humanity as a whole.

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Michael Angelaux - Young & Restless

Review by Karl Magi

Overall Album Impressions

Michael Angelaux’s Young & Restless captures all the drama and angst of 1980s soap operas as it unfolds. Michael Angelaux brings together his tremendous voice, songwriting skills, and ability to convey atmosphere and emotion through intertwining instrumental layers to create an entertaining journey. Listening to this album is a fun and enjoyable experience for me. The artist truly manages to engage me here.

One of the crucial elements that makes Young & Restless work as an album is Michael Angelaux’s first-rate vocal abilities. He can capture deep feelings and explosive passion within his flexible, expressive voice and convey them to the listener with clarity. Whether he is crying out in pain or expressing sensual need, Michael Angelaux punches home emotion and keeps me coming back for more. As the album progresses, my enjoyment only grows.

Not only is Michael Angelaux an excellent singer, but he also happens to be a superb lyricist. Young & Restless features some of the most intriguing, well-thought-out lyrics I've heard lately. I enjoy the way in which the artist plays on words and paints vivid imagery through unique vocabulary choices and descriptive passages. This is an album I could listen to for the words alone.

Another compelling aspect of Young & Restless is the way in which melody, harmony, and instrumental choices generate a lushly enveloping atmosphere and mood. The harmonies between Michael Angelaux’s vocals and the surrounding sounds are rich, and his melodic writing ably captures the full range of feeling within the lyrics. I also find the pastel-washed, 1980s vibe that permeates the album especially evocative and pleasing.

My Favourite Tracks Analyzed

"Love Is Not to Blame" comes to life as a slowly gliding, encompassing synth carries a dreamy melody above a throbbing drum and bass pulse. Michael Angelaux’s silky, sensual voice carries the melancholy, needy melody over the driving low end. The intertwining synth wraps around the smooth vocal melody as chimes twinkle in the distance and the low end throbs.

A sharply glowing synth dances as guitar cuts through, and the chorus climbs on Michael Angelaux’s touching vocals while the drums and bass guide the music forward. Aching feelings permeate Michael Angelaux’s performance as the sparkling synth cascades and female vocals add a warming touch as the song drives on. Broadly glistening synth matches the vocal melody, as Michael Angelaux fills the song with heart-breaking expression.

Glimmering light interlocks in the distance as the guitar echoes the vocal’s feelings. The song’s sheer emotional depth draws me in as it unfolds. The guitar cuts again as the vocal slowly descends, and flaring synth glows with the pained melody while the guitar swirls and cries in expressive lines above the pulsing low end.

Our storyteller says that he's going to miss the song's subject's love, which was "so illicit and straightforward, yet artistic like an old flame." He asks if they're sadistic and says he's got to "listen to a new pain." He adds that being in love is difficult when the other person doesn't feel the same.

The narrator talks about the friction between them and asks, "Will you miss the trivial games?" He says that they're in a work of fiction, "a book about our own shame." He describes their love as often mystical and "intrinsic to a new name," adding, "This is hard; this is what I became."

Our storyteller says that they need to lay down their unnecessary weapons. He's lying awake in bed while the song’s subject plays around. The other person is looking for something different, "somewhere to stay around, to get out of the rain."

Now the narrator asks if the other person would think of him "if I told you that I'm thinking of somebody else." He wonders if they'd "put me back in the cupboard... lay me back on the shelf." The other person is gone, and he thinks he might have made a mistake. He feels ashamed but knows that "love is not to blame."

Our storyteller wonders if the other person is missing him or just going astray. He adds that "what was once colorful has suddenly become gray," and it's now "another week, another lie, another cold day." He questions whether the relationship will grow or fall apart.

The narrator asks the other person to tell him how to get their attention and when they're coming back once more. He concludes, "Tell me how your plan will just unravel; I will take a bow and forfeit the game."

Diamond-lit synth flickers through the music with a delicate touch as the drums rebound to kick off "Crystal Eyes." Michael Angelaux’s resonant, powerful voice carries the passionate, desire-filled vocals above the sparkling synth and the pulsing low end.

Radiant synth light suffuses the song as Michael Angelaux’s compelling voice carries the expressive melody. The active, unique percussion bounces underneath the needy lyrics and hopeful vocal melody as the song moves forward. I enjoy how Michael Angelaux captures the sensations within the lyrics and conveys them clearly.

The brilliant synth melody flies out with a lambent glow as string-like notes flicker and synth waves wash in the distance. The main melody refracts like sunlight as Michael Angelaux speaks, before the chorus jumps in with gripping energy. The low end presses forward with intense energy as the melody pours out luminosity, bringing the song to an end.

The narrator reminds the song's subject that they knew exactly what they said and all the promises they made. He points out that it was "a rule for you to bend" and that the other person was a "martyr in the making." He goes on to say that unfortunate situations follow the other person into their bed, and "now you're sleeping with the enemy, not the voice in your head."

Our storyteller says the other person's "crystal eyes" see far too much, and their "idle hands are cold to touch," despite the fact that "loving arms are all you long to feel."

The narrator wonders if the other person could "treat me like a king" if he could only be submissive, or if he had "the power, the looks, the wealth," and if he could sing. He goes on to ponder if he could be "the only one you'd look for in a crowded room" or if they could see his face. He adds, "Don't let me sleep for one more day."

In conclusion, the storyteller says it isn't his fault but "it's the violence, a vicious assault," and the hands that hold his dream are bloodied.

“Caroline” begins with dynamically bouncing synth that reverberates through the music, as sharp-edged, gleaming, digital-sounding synth carries a playful melody above the solidly pulsing low end. Michael Angelaux’s vocals have a stylish flair and a classic New Wave sound as the softly caressing, breathy synth moves past.

Michael Angelaux’s vocals are smoothly engaging and ideally express the song’s mood. A silky synth sails with delicate lightness as the fuller, rounder tones of another synth move past in energetic motion. I enjoy the way in which the semi-chanted vocals mix with the sparkling background. The main melody rings out with brilliant luminosity and lively feelings as it unfolds.

Now, the drums echo into an intertwining synth mist as bells ring in the distance. Medium-low, lush synth bubbles through the music while the higher notes exude intense light. The main melody slips through the music with easy flow, and the flickering high notes shine before the song ends.

Our storyteller talks about the song’s main character, who is famous, glamorous, and at the height of her popularity. He goes on to say that she's perfectly put together with "every hair in a particular spot" as she catches the "eye of our desire" because we want what she has. He likes the fact that "she's burning, giving me a fever."

The narrator says that she’s "a blossom that's about to bloom." The men in the room move around her, competing to "be a groom," but that desire is "an element of fiction." He adds that she's drama because "her life is a problem and her world's a stage."

Now our storyteller says that she's "caught like a tiger in a golden cage." The drama swirls around her, and if you call her name, you will "summon the devil." He adds that they call her Caroline and warns that you shouldn't be sucked into playing her game. She will cry until she falls on the floor, and then she'll "manipulate emotion just to even the score."

The narrator speaks of her landing in a private jet and rushing to get to the set. She demands a Diet Coke and another cigarette. He points out that "her dressing room is a battlefield for friction." Her fans are filled with love "as she bleeds" and "fades beneath the stars above." The void is deep, but it isn't enough because "she's headed back into the battlefields of fiction."

Radiant synth flies out in a brightly dancing melody as the drums tick slowly to start “Impress Me”. Active, uniquely varied percussion shapes the music as Michael Angelaux’s melted-chocolate voice slips in, and the synth contributes luscious luminosity. The way in which Michael Angelaux’s vocals capture the song's mood pulls me in and fully engages me.

The dynamic drum beat has a classic 1980s feeling as the chorus leaps out, catching the lyrics’ jaded feeling. A hollow drum echoes as the caressing vocals slip past with elegant simplicity, while the electric guitar slices with bright energy and the low end bursts with strength. The chorus rings out with expressive life, and the lyrics unfold in rapid-fire motion.

Brilliant synth twirls through the music as the drums rebound, the guitar howls with intricate complexity and undeniable feeling, and the round-sounding synth fills the background. Michael Angelaux’s wordless vocals climb up and shine above the entwined guitar. The chorus continues to carry through the music with entertaining expression as the song comes to an end along with the shining synth sounds.

The narrator says that if the song's subject thinks they're "fancy and fine," he knows that, "You can't hold a candle to what's mine." He's sipped from "the cup of loyalty" and danced with beautiful people and royalty.

Our storyteller asks if the song's subject believes that he appears to be someone who hasn't "dabbled in the riches of the West." He clarifies that he doesn't think they're very clever and that they could try to impress him for all eternity, but he’ll remain unimpressed.

The narrator says he's seen everything, and while the other person can try to impress him, they shouldn't "spring to fall." He speaks of the song subject's obsession and regression, asking them not to call him. He adds, "I've heard all of the fables, and they don't impress me at all."

Our storyteller says that despite the trendiness and great hairstyle of the person he's referring to, he can't make himself care. He adds that "You could move a mountain, bring a kingdom down," but he'll still be glowering at the ground because he is a "cosmopolitan cynic with a chip on his shoulder."

Now, the narrator points out that the song's subject is never going to amaze him because "my eyes are shaded the color of jaded," and he needs a vacation from the drama, adding that the other person can't impress him because he has "tasted all the flavors, and they don't impress me at all."

There's nowhere the song's subject can take our storyteller, and they never tell the truth. He knows, "You're never gonna see it through," so he remains unimpressed. He goes on to say that nothing the other person could say or do "will ever make me wanna play with you," so they should take the picture and get clued in.

As the song comes to an end, the narrator reiterates how unimpressed he is by everything and concludes, "I've worn all the labels, and they don't impress me at all."

“Give It Up” starts with varied, active retro percussion and chiming notes that flicker with lambent illumination as the backing vocals whisper, “Just give it up.” Michael Angelaux’s vocals are rich, deep with wanting as well as questioning feelings. The chimes light up the music as the bursting, bright synth doubles the vocals.

Chimes pour out crystal light as the drums flourish and Michael Angelaux’s gripping vocals draw me into the song. Intertwining percussion bounces along with the trumpeting, scintillating synth that dances through the track. The backing vocals add another warm element as the chiming notes flit with ethereal lightness.

A sax jumps into the music with its reedy, rounded tones and passionate feeling as the drums continue to bounce through, and the raised notes pour out sunlight. The sax howls passionately in its luscious tones as Michael Angelaux’s vocals take hold of the song and propel it to an end.

Our storyteller says he and the song's subject need to take a break, cool it down, and lay their relationship “down to sleep." He tells the other person yes, but they say no, and "then we cut into each other deep." He adds that no one can be a loser if they don't play the game.

The narrator tells the song's subject to just give it up and toss it out because he's not "hangin' on the line," as he doesn't want to fight. He says, "Living it up! Won't give it up!" and that he'll throw the relationship away because he doesn't want to waste all this time or fight again.

"You're impossible, you throw the bait at me," is what our storyteller says about the other person. He goes on to say he takes this treatment every time, while the other person locks the door and throws away the key "for my trouble and my petty crime." He points out, "There can't be a loser, so hang your head in shame."

Now the narrator asks the other person not to make it tough because he doesn't want to pay by "walking down a road of wasting our lives away." He asks the song's subject to give it up and throw it away, adding that "it's ’bout time that we started doing things my way." He concludes by saying, "The fire won't burn us if we don't fan the flame; there can't be a loser if no one plays the game."

Powerful, oscillating bass moves in heavy bursts as a hi-hat continually ticks to start “Call My Name.” Michael Angelaux’s vocals are haunting and warm as a choir calls out in the background, and the drums and bass interlock in a strongly propulsive throb. In the distance, a steadily spinning arpeggio dances on lightly trickling bass as the spoken word part echoes, carried by Michael Angelaux’s smooth voice.

The drums burst again, and the melody mixes yearning with aching as the drums and bass press the music forward. In the distance, a choir adds reverence as the chorus rises on the expressive vocals. The guitar cuts through as twirling arpeggios dance, and Michael Angelaux’s voice skillfully captures the need and longing in the lyrics.

The guitar unfurls with howling energy, crying out and twisting through the music as the active bass rebounds. A hi-hat keeps ticking while the intricately played guitar carries through. Steadily swirling arpeggios add a textural element to the music while Michael Angelaux’s vocals capture the mingled feelings within the words.

Drums flourish, and the chorus climbs as glowing light suffuses the background and the arpeggios seem to swirl endlessly. The guitar tears into the music again with wild dynamism as the vocals cry out above the pulsing low end. The track comes to an end with Michael Angelaux chanting “Just call my name” as the guitar leaps into the music.

The narrator talks about cruising over a hill to see a red sky, asking the song's subject to think about the fact that “I’m not chosen again, and I’ll just go ahead; it’s another thread in our history.”

Our storyteller asks the song’s subject if, as they stare into a mirror and meet their own gaze, they see their regret “coursing through.” He asks if “your penitence is seeping through your pores” and adds that the other person broke the spell he cast on them, but he’s only a phone call away.

Now the narrator sees the song’s subject “walk through the fire when your heart is cold” and queries if the other person could be that bold. He asks them to consider, “Is it winter again? Will it come to an end?” He wonders if they can start again and concludes that it remains a mystery.

“All the pain runs deeper than the ocean” for our storyteller. He asks the song's subject to forget their new feelings and “dive into my heart,” going on to say that all of the rain “will wash away the madness.” He doesn’t want to look away from the other person’s sadness or be separated from them.

The narrator says that “pallid and plain, it’s a typical stain,” but the song’s subject is still entertaining. He reiterates that it’s a mystery and asks if the other person is caught in a trap: “Will you take it all back?” He adds that he is a hunter on the attack.

Our storyteller says, “This man is reckless,” and asks if he means that much to the song’s subject. He tells her that if she needs his touch, she can call his name. He adds, “I’m so defenseless and you mean so much,” so if she doesn’t feel that rush, she can call out to him.

As a “broken man on the mend,” the narrator says that he’ll always depend on the person he defends. He asks the song’s subject to think about him, as a “supernatural gaze” will summon “the phase and take a walk in praise.”

Conclusion

Young & Restless effectively creates a drama-filled, glossy soap opera world as the artist combines his vocal talents with entertaining lyrics and a musical background that deepens the glamorous sensations permeating the entire album. For all these reasons, this album is becoming a favourite of mine.