ive gotten really picky when it comes to depicting hatred in media.
this is easily skyrocketing as probably one of my favorite noise releases. in general outside of some allstars like Yellow Swans or Pedestrian Deposit, japanese noise is willing to take noise into directions and scenes that are so resonant in a way i dont get out of any other genre. a sense of loss is, well obviously about loss, but its loss in how much it only swells and mutates, making you its parasite as you feed off the conversation with its love.
it's still hatred of course, itll spit in your face and you will back at it as you learn these things itll give you (because anything else is death), but it's a battering that sharpens as much as it dulls, these parts of you you confront each and every day, heightened by absence, and it's whispers and caresses as any other in these corners youll learn to love. this is what you are to yourself.