Galväo
Abismo De Almas Enfermas

atmospheric black metal / post black metal / black metal

In the hush between dusk and the darkness of night, arrives Galväo's third EP, a fierce and beautifully uncompromising concept. No longer content with instrumental pieces, the project, now a duet, plunges its voice into the marrow of its soundscape and drags the listener towards the abyss where atmosphere and aggression coexist as twin moons, not resulting in a clean rupture from the past but also a complete mutation, where the post black residues remain as its faint sonic fingerprint even while the record grows darker, harder, and more vindictive.

The EP is an intimate collision, as sweepingly cavernous soundscapes swell and then are scoured by the rasp of harsher vocal delivery, yet also languid sugary post black surfaces melt into labyrinthine dissonances that twist and refuse easy resolution. There is a sophistication to this duality as moments of fragility, almost tender harmony are corroded by spikes of furious intent, so the music never settles into comfort, it breathes instead with a living uncertain pulse as a lullaby that suddenly remembers how to bite.

Production here favours depth and space, but still refuses the polish of over-refinement. Guitars seem lived in, varnished by grit, drums maul with a brittle purpose, vocals further intensify the harshness, often in a growling roughness, letting each visceral element be both distinct and fused into a single, ominous atmosphere.

Galväo words can be read as incantations or indictments, as themes of theft, vengeance, legacy, profane feasting and time's devouring mouth recurring with biblical cadence. Be it a thief that steals its creator’s light, an avenger forging identity from pain or even a banquet of human ruin where spectators become the ones consumed. The language is starkly tactile, speaking of flesh, rust and burned letters, and in doing so it conjures an intimacy that is at once personal and apocalyptic. Perhaps this is reinforced by its righteous fury in the tracks that veer toward retribution, which is mirrored by its hollow, elegiac tenderness when the music acknowledges loss and legacy.
This push and pull between rage and grief becomes a repetitive mood in the record, allowing the listener to feel not only the heat of enmity but also the cold of resignation, a sonic chiaroscuro.

by Mão da Glória