PILLAR OF LIGHT (US) - Spared (Sludge/Doom Metal) Transcending Obscurity Records

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Taken from the PILLAR OF LIGHT full length album titled 'Caldera' on Transcending Obscurity Records

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Pillar of Light's music is weighty and drenched in melancholy and amid all the pain and sorrow, they have found a way to project light and hope when all seems lost. It is the case with almost every single song on this profound album, where the songs toil and churn and build up for a divine epiphany of sorts to take place, culminating in a blinding, freeing, all-cleansing white-light catharsis. Without this ponderous struggle, the backbreaking sludge/doom drudgery, any of the uplifting parts would lose meaning. As in life, both darkness and light have their place and one wouldn't be the same without the other. The raw emotions in the music and the underlying plaintive melodies are all too palpable, and the feeling is heightened in large part due to the burning intensity and desperation in the vocals. Pillar of Light have created an album that is poignant and more importantly relatable; it is soul-crushingly heavy, pinning down the mortal with the endless weight of struggle and torment and at the same time, invariably, ensuring that there's enough humanity in it for one to see things through.

For fans of - Amenra, God’s Tower, Cult of Luna, Neurosis

Line up -
Aaron Whitfield - Vocals, Lyrics, Synths
Alex Kennedy - Guitars, Synths
Scott Christie - Guitars
James Obenour - Bass
Eric Scobie - Drums

Artwork by Mariusz Lewandowski

LYRICS FOR “Spared”

For their gods they severed our tongues.
For their gods they savored our dread.
For their gods they devoured our young.
For their gods they left us for dead.

Frosted and thawed in the warmth of the sun.

The soil cradles our bitter prayers.
The fog weeps our crowning wails.
The spilt blood sings of what we shared.

To hold compassion and wrath in one breath.
Tasked to help them see they were born for this, for me. To bleed. To bleed for me.

There is no other way.
There is no other way.

It is the way of all things, it is the way the pendulum swings. This is the way of all things, to live and die in certainty.

"Tomb of the womb, womb of the tomb.”