Treha Sektori - Severh Sehenh

There are some moments in my life when I feel unlimited frustration and despair while facing some certain things or situations. For example, the new album of Treha Sectori is the exact object that made me furious recently. And I would like to share this concern with you hoping that I am not some kind of "captain obvious" discussing this issue here and now. I have to shout out as loud as possible, music loses its connection with its physical incarnations like CDs, vinyls or whatever. This process happened very rapidly during last decade, but not always are you able to grasp the whole meaning of that fact. There are many records out there which don't deserve to have a physical format, being just a waste of plastic / carton. The point that you start to realize this disconnection is when you come across albums like "Severh Sehenh" where it is not only music that defines the product, but the package, the images used to reflect the nature of this piece of art are not less important dealing with the depth of artistic expression.

Try it yourself, hold "Severh Sehenh" in your hands and feel the true connection to the beautifully designed digipack with an artwork of Dehn Sora, the man behind Treha Sektori. It is dark and gloomy invoking images of a dying world while showing a sore and tired figure dragging a carcass of a dead creature along a desert beach bathed by waves of a leaden sea. This picture brings vividly before my mind images of decimation and destruction of the world around, futility of every human effort and fleetingness of the whole existence.

Gazing upon these displays of a deep desperation I press a play button on my CD-player setting a connection through an audio dimension together with the art in my hands. And of course, just like the art that represents it, the music completely reflects aesthetics of dawn and decay. Tragic and dramatic is the sound of "Severh Sehenh", the atmosphere of this 37 minute long track very often reaches the point of the highest drama. Though the composition is divided into several periods, all of them are connected by the same story line and keep it breathing into my face with a heavy smell of damp and stale air, the smell of a creature with a deadly disease. Piercing melody continues to spin over and over again, rising and falling with a drum session, leaving no space for even a small glimmer of hope.

As long as I give the album a deeper listen, I begin to recognize the certain parts of it which are less entertaining, becoming some transition between stronger, and more intense splashes. Somehow I begin to lose focus during those parts when the artist just leaves me waiting for something to happen longer than required to be a healthy "switch-off". I feel that the record could be much better if those parts were shorter providing more opportunities for the main course to express itself. That's why while thinking about its rate I would like to resume a previous discussion of art being a whole package of visual or physical embodiment together with its sound texture. Because if talking about "Severh Sehenh", the wrapper is stronger than the music, but together they are melted into one lovely alloy.

The moment when you experienced a painful plight, when the world is broken apart, when it seems that there is no more hope... "Severh Sehenh" will not comfort you and will not be a beacon of light to guide you through your suffering. It will be the last thing that you will hear in your miserable life, something to guide you into oblivion. Mar 14 2015