Now this is pleasant enough. Good prog metal with all its bells, whistles and straps intact from Imminent Sonic Destruction who deliver some prog-metal from concentrate, in the form of their second album Triumphia, and it’s good. In the same way that Zen philosophy is good and like Zen it’s all about the journey not the destination.
If prog was an adjective then colour Trumphia prog. Its form cuts some very clear lines filled in with sonic gradients that blend the structure with the flow of chords and arps. It’s the tinkerers sound and it’s expressed with utmost deliberation. Which sure does sound assertive and confident but unfortunately limit the dynamics of the epics making the band sound machinated.
The development of prog songs take on rigid adaptations on a chord theme and Imminent Sonic Destruction don’t deviate from this pattern in their arrangements. Trumphia goes by the book. Working it’s melancholic hooks to the ivories.
Yet the way in which the band utilizes timbre to change tracks is actually quite an accomplishment. Running home the cohesion the album perpetuates as a prog piece. Although the songs are loosely connected in narrative the music is ultimately meta-canon. The tracks slide off each other like tectonic plates shifting onto the next song without any noticeable click. It could essentially come without being split into tracks and instead into two or three acts and it would hold up artistically, but in the interest of time it’s been cut down.
Speaking of meta context the exposition inherited through the lyrics are tad tangential and requires some thought on the listeners part. The music is easy to follow but the lyrics are superficially connected to the tunes which makes it a struggle to fit the meaning and the music together. The general idea is binary almost and practiced with robotic tenure so that the movements suffer. The feeling isn’t expressed with much complexity and the subtleties don’t make much use of play techniques to show a difference in tone. It’s almost computed.
The riffs are interesting enough to warrant a (rough) ten minute average over seven tracks so that’s something, but if anything they feel forced into performing for their time, like a Pokemon waiting to be trained in a Russian Church. In its grandeur it’s a bit rusty on the inside and a few gears don’t work but it’s in a decent enough condition to get you where its programmed to take you.