ROME’s basic sound has always been massive, but on none of the project’s previous albums was it ever so dark and powerful as on ‘Hall of Thatch’.
Reuter grants rays of light here and there, but admits that this time there is no escape.
This is not music that you can just flop down to.
Ultimately, it’s – once again – the stringent yet equally gripping work of a musician who always develops from album to album.
He therefore has the courage to say, “The album is what it is.What emerges from it is presumambly… Nothing.I’ve said what I had to say and that’s all there is to it.”
An exceedingly apt conclusion befitting an album that nods towards Buddhism yet displays Gregorian features.
Old Europa Cafe AVS