This might very well be the best album I have ever heard. That’s it, that’s your ingress. That’s pretty much all I could muster up for the preface, and I honestly think it’s more than enough. This kind of sensation comes up remarkably rarely, if ever, which rightfully gives the sentence enough weight and value to be the only introduction. Considering that, I also found out that putting this particular feeling into words was also exceedingly difficult, rest assured I tried my best with the following ramblings.
Immoto as an album, is singular. Something completely unprecedented, and stylistically something I have never heard before. I have a feeling that given time, it will be one of those albums referenced to decades from now, as there’s a realistic possibility that Nero Di Marte are able to singlehandedly inflict a completely new movement with this album. I could regress to a more primal wording and just say that I like this, this album is good and it sounds good, but that is far from being enough. You have to hear it to understand, and to make sense of all the gibberish I spat out above. And to finally bring this to close, I need to definitively correct the first sentence; this is the best album I’ve ever heard.