CD - Godspeed Your Black Emperor! - "NO TITLE AS OF 13 FEBRUARY 2024 28,340 DEAD"

"NO TITLE AS OF 13 FEBRUARY 2024, 28,340 DEAD is, in all of its warped, noisy instrumentation, the embodiment of music as art. Removed from corporate influence, conventional song segmentation, and algorithmically tuned track lengths, Godspeed You! Black Emperor are free to convey a message uncompromised." - The Skinny UK ★★★★

"This is some of the strongest music GY!BE has released in ages, a fitting reflection of their live performances (...) GY!BE has not given up; they’ve been fighting the good fight for three decades, and held on to hope, even when hope has seemed only a tendril.  Their new album – their finest, most complete recording in years – may not change any hearts or minds, but it will certainly encourage them." - A Closer Listen

"(...) Its title pointedly referring to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, it’s a bleak, barren and beautiful soundscape of textured noise, field recordings, effects and post-rock dynamics for fans of bands like Swans or Stars Of The Lid." - Norman Records

“Another essential, if discomforting listen.”- UNCUT

“A genuine and wonderful listen, sporting enough sweeping instrumental progressions and ambient magic to satisfy even the most stone-faced of post-rock fans… capture(s) today’s pervading sense of hopelessness.” - Out Of Rage

"NO TITLE's music matches the blunt force of its name when it makes room for discomfort (...) Broadly elegiac, at times even hopeful." - The Wire

"A soul-stirring album. It has all the hallmarks of classic Godspeed: incredible atmosphere, huge emotional range and flawless interplay between the musicians...It’s very rare for a band to be breaking new ground 30 years after they formed, but I’m glad we have Godspeed You! Black Emperor to show us all that it’s possible." - Boolin Tunes 8.5/10

THE PLAIN TRUTH==

we drifted through it, arguing.

every day a new war crime, every day a flower bloom.

we sat down together and wrote it in one room,

and then sat down in a different room, recording.

NO TITLE= what gestures make sense while tiny bodies fall; what context?; what broken melody?

and then a tally and a date to mark a point on the line, the negative process, the growing pile.

the sun setting above beds of ash

while we sat together, arguing.

the old world order barely pretended to care.

this new century will be crueler still.

war is coming.

don’t give up.

pick a side.

hang on.

love.

GY!BE