03) Voca Me - Joseph Platt, Chris Robson and Anthony Chadney

Voices of lost souls wander resolutely, engulfed in desolation. Tension is reflected in the suspending tiers of music where three parts climb and fall both independently and causatively of each other – clashing, resolving, but there is no relief in the resolution because each is a preparation for the next dissonance.

As a result of this foundation, the Latin words that are assimilated with each moving part merge together so that there is a thick, misty whirlpool of sorrowful incantations.

The choral suspensions teem lightly as a chilly curtain behind three separate melodies, all of which roam independent of each other, but fit supremely with the harmonic structure of the shifting layers. Joseph Platt’s voice is a lost cry on the wind, as sharp as an icicle on the highest peak.

Chris Robson cherishes a hushed, tranquil tone that embraces the sadness and solemnity of his yearning for the secret. The solo composed of the woeful words of the Latin chorus coils lavishly and is sung by Anthony Chadney with vivid majesty and sentiment.

Following Anthony’s second mournful plight, the final ascent begins, evidently as before but comes a time when the table turns and there is no going back. Momentum perpetuates as the pitch rises, piercing, blinding, the mind wants it to end but the heart doesn’t, or is it the other way round?

In a flash, the boys reach the pinnacle and the immense sound erupts. When Chris sings in the wake of wrath, all is seemingly calm and simple yet ultimately there is no gift of reassurance.