2021 - South Korea
Shoegaze, Emo, Noise Pop, Post-Rock
I don't recall exactly how we met. Probably at night, scrolling Bandcamp to delay my sleep. Probably in February. While scrolling, the album cover appeared, white smoke, blue sky, birds, and a chimney. Alongside the cover, a few laudatory comments and hashtags saying it was my kind of music : emo, shoegaze, lo-fi and post-rock. Lovely. My curiosity was awake so I played the album, comfortably lying under my blanket. When the album ended, I read in the comments that someone found out about Parannoul on Rate Your Music. I went there for the very first time and discovered this tremendous amount of musical knowledge. The following months, I explored the website with passion, and launched my Insta page Hummer Tales in October.
So what happened in the meantime ?
"Beautiful World", the opening track. With the blue sky on the cover, I thought I was about to listen to a new artist talking about hope. Big mistake. With his delicate voice drowned in saturated sounds, Parannoul gives birth to a new kind of emo. Something destructive, coming out of his guts, out of his heart. It's the sound of his depression, his self-hatred, his anger, those four white walls surrounding his flesh and bone cell, overhung by a white ceiling. It's the sound of a bedroom closed on itself, the last shield before death, the last image of survival, ultimate comfort thanks to his window showing him a world full of life and potential beauty.
Cathartic music as we rarely hear, cradling our silence. By immersing us inside his deepest thoughts, Parannoul achieve to create a moment of music, that moment where we can escape our own body to reach a perfect new dimension, one of beatitude. His music shakes our fears with such a strength that they end up disappearing. By hoovering our dreads, Parannoul wakes a force of emancipation which erases every thought, every sound that are not part of his music. The gates of dreams are now opening on a new place of sonorous collage. Here are the sounds of his world.
"To See the Next Part of the Dream" is the unlimited access to a student's diary who finds a way to face his walls and stand up thanks to his visceral compositions. Despite his lyrics about self-hatred and distate for himself on "White Ceiling" and "Youth Rebellion", Parannoul has the ability to surprise us by enhancing misery into something we no longer drown in, but from which we build things.
The thing I first said about hope isn't true I guess. This album IS about hope. That's the most important feeling coming out of it. Here we go daydreaming about small details, trading our distress for noise and reserved melodies. Our body finds here a new kind of vigour, and life goes on beautifully.
So what happened in the meantime ?
"Beautiful World", the opening track. With the blue sky on the cover, I thought I was about to listen to a new artist talking about hope. Big mistake. With his delicate voice drowned in saturated sounds, Parannoul gives birth to a new kind of emo. Something destructive, coming out of his guts, out of his heart. It's the sound of his depression, his self-hatred, his anger, those four white walls surrounding his flesh and bone cell, overhung by a white ceiling. It's the sound of a bedroom closed on itself, the last shield before death, the last image of survival, ultimate comfort thanks to his window showing him a world full of life and potential beauty.
Cathartic music as we rarely hear, cradling our silence. By immersing us inside his deepest thoughts, Parannoul achieve to create a moment of music, that moment where we can escape our own body to reach a perfect new dimension, one of beatitude. His music shakes our fears with such a strength that they end up disappearing. By hoovering our dreads, Parannoul wakes a force of emancipation which erases every thought, every sound that are not part of his music. The gates of dreams are now opening on a new place of sonorous collage. Here are the sounds of his world.
"To See the Next Part of the Dream" is the unlimited access to a student's diary who finds a way to face his walls and stand up thanks to his visceral compositions. Despite his lyrics about self-hatred and distate for himself on "White Ceiling" and "Youth Rebellion", Parannoul has the ability to surprise us by enhancing misery into something we no longer drown in, but from which we build things.
The thing I first said about hope isn't true I guess. This album IS about hope. That's the most important feeling coming out of it. Here we go daydreaming about small details, trading our distress for noise and reserved melodies. Our body finds here a new kind of vigour, and life goes on beautifully.