What it had going for it was good, though it lacked depth. It kept returning to the same elements which made it feel kind of flat, with the feeling of background music more than something to immerse into. I think the song could have been condensed into a 2.5 minute song instead of a 6.5 minute one. 6.8/10
Hmm... not generally into metal, I tried assessing it based on it's associated imagery, and aesthetic. It has a really strong and vivid atmosphere of a dense, prickly and uncomfortable forest of barbed wire trees, with demons every which way. The "voices" sounded more like an element of sound blending with the other elements of the music, it gave it a very intense atmosphere.
Not generally my thing, but I can appreciate what it does from my perspective. 7/10
Skip to 5:00 in if you're impatient. Past that the tune is so fukken lovely.
I'm transported to 60's teenie-bopper movies with slow dance scenes and punks secretly spiking the punch
8/10
where are we allison
we're in wonderland
I actually enjoy Vega Libre a bit more than Tryshasla. Only a bit though. Every track on Vega Libre is so progressive and brilliant and wonderful and every good adjective ever.
The synth around 1:54 is so fucking groovy.
10/10
my brother got me random cds for christmas and he made me promise that I'd listen to them entirely
I must say this song makes me very happy/uplifted. It doesn't scream "ahaha everyone get drunk 'n party 2 my song" like some Deadmau5y shit. It's clean and uplifting and it sticks to it~ 8.5/10
7/10
I like how different instruments are layered but it felt like it dragged on without enough variation. This is also not what I normally listen to, so take it with a grain of salt.
YOUR THROBBING MULTIFARIOUS LUSTFUL DESIRES ARE COMPLETED N YOUR HYPER-ORANGE SELF, YOU MAKE ME LOVE AGAIN, YOU'VE CHANGED MY HEART, MY MELANCHOLIA DISAPPEARS WHEN YOU ARE INSIDE OF ME, MY HUMAN RAGE IS TEMPERED WHEN I AM INSIDE YOU, THE SECRET IS COMMUNICATION, LONGEVITY, STAMINA, REPETITION, FURY, SOULFUL KISSING, EARPLUGS. YOU FUCKING CORPORATE COCKS AND CUNTS.
MY ANXIETY COMPLETE, MY DESIRE REPLETE, THE TASTE OF ORANGE BLOOD AND CUM AND GREENBACKS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE. THE STREETS WILL RUN ORANGE WITH YOUR MIXTURE OF CHEETOS AND HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS REGURGITATED AND EATEN AND SHIT OUT AGAIN AND EATEN AGAIN.
YOU ARE MY SCULPTURE, MY SCULPTRA, MY SELF-DEFINITION. MY DEFINITION OF HUMANITY, MY HARMONY. MY HEART AND MY MIND.
YOU ARE SO ORANGE. SO CRUNCHY. SO CONSUMABLE.
THE NEW ORANGE UNDERGROUND IS THE ORANGE UP MY ASS. AND YOUR ASS.
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