Virga by Eremocene

The music of a dying empire already smells of dust and decay, trapped in a body so decrepit as to distort its spiritual nature beyond recognition. Virga by Eremocene grapples with Americana musical traditions in an era of complete cultural freefall, exposing the bleeding heart of this country through the mist of imminent desolation. Deeply emotional dynamic swells rise and fall behind a thick film of digital and analog distortion, giving the emphatic vocals and dramatic guitars a feeling of imprisoned desperation, begging for understanding and empathy with one foot in the grave. We’re invited to the resulting autopsy, asking ourselves what exactly this inner soul wants, what steps were taken in its failed achievement, and what to do with its ailing body and mind. Guitar solos disappear into post-rock abstraction, chord progressions trail off into suspended limbo, and lyrics dive into pools of emotional, wordless shouts, one last burst of human energy until nothing remains but scorched earth, toppled nations, and crumbling roads.