Missing. What if the searchers falter, pass away? When none are left that hope to find even something to bury, to mourn.
To be missing, to be never found. To never return, and fade away in the shadows of time. To become forgotten beyond all hope of recovery.
Until Death Overtakes Me's 2018 album contains over one hour of mournful funeral doom mixed with orchestral ambient. Missing, named after the song from Until Death Overtakes Me's earlier years, continues the story of that old epic. In four tracks the concepts of loss and being lost are explored.
There's the tragedy on a personal level, of searchers that fail, grow old and find no closure. Of the one lost, stuck in nothingness, wanting to be found. But tragedy grows, touches all, and the music becomes the soundtrack to the funeral of mankind. Empty tones drifting over the desolation, echoing through empty canyons. All the searchers have gone, all those missing are forgotten. There's no one left to remember, there's no hope left.
And when the proof and all remembrance of our existence is gone too, then have we truly been here at all? We're already missing.
I've come back to this album to give it it's well-deserved due.
The interpositions are coherent and cold, it's all put together really nicely which adds to the effectiveness of it's depressing atmosphere, and to it's faculty-decimating power.
Throughout the album it often reminds me of the great Bathory, which is always a good thing.
What will you see? Daniel Brown
It's the keyboards which shouldn't work. They are very prominent in the mix & at times even overwhelm other instruments. But it works perfectly & that is kind of the concept, right? Once I got past that initial barrier, this album just opened up. Borgne aren't easy to pin down & sit way outside the typical metal subgenre tags. Listen to the unsettling epicness of "Un temps périt" to see what I mean. It is ugly, beautiful & deathly all at once. And yet everything is held by those OTT keys. Nice. bcb723
So calming and meditative, like falling into sweet melancholic sensory deprivation state. The album is like a lonely odd black lake with it's massive murky, super slow tides sucking you into it's transcendential multi-dimensional core. This is beautiful high-class art. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡