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The opening synth choirs of new religion glimmer in thin, impossibly clean sheets, to be empowered by brassy swells and drum-borne thunder. Rhythmic pounding, pulsing basslines and occasional spirited "yips" are ensnared by swirling strings in this particularly eye-opening opening. Spurting electronics receive gentler caresses from woodwind and string sounds as beutereiter grows in majesty and might.
Soft feminine voice adds breathy plaintiveness to the mounting-then-receding strings, piano and drums of lovely angelorum.
Even when operating in the subdued mode of trepidatious pandoramicum, the expansive (and here, flute-enhanced) soundscenes inspire awe.
The hearty sing-along of engel - to the faithful seems a bit like an over-emotive stage production, though is still fetchingly rendered.
Spreading like copper rays on a new dawn, a glowing haze of brass and bass illuminates the aftermath (6:24) followed by sigils' heavenly convergence of wordless choruses and wafting instrumentation.
Ominous tolling and spooky chittering marks the entrance to the dark steppes of
brandland (4:17) where spritely-though-archaic beats take on new life amid surging strings.
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