And it is nothing like we could have ever imagined. It's much, much more than an album, it spans from the imminent to the remote, from the here to the furthest, casting a long, murky shadow for the listeners to follow and see where it leads them.
And at times, following "The Evil Year" in its twists and turns, feels a bit like wandering among the catacombs of the damp wine cellars in Edgar Allan Poe's tale "The Cask of Amontillado", you start to get more and more inebriated as the music becomes the molecules of the air you're breathing, but instead of ending up entombed alive like in Poe's famous tale, you proceed along a labyrinth of drum beats and strange sounds, never at your own pace, but at the album's complete mercy. There's no other choice, and when you reach the last track, it's like arriving at that secret, hidden spring that no one else has reached before.
Thanks for the surprising journey, "The Evil Year", it'll be a journey we will undertake many other times, surely it'll be always a bit different, at times creepy, at times soothing, never predictable.