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The first book to make me weep was Cormac McCarthy's The Road. The prose's deliberation in all its terse diction, lack of punctuation, and harsh bluntness felt all too real - like I was there. It hurt me down to my soul, and I felt a great, lifeless expanse surrounding me, wide and flat, beyond my small dorm room. There I was, eighty pages in, and, overwhelmed by its starkness. I had to put the book down Sometimes art makes you lonely, and I suppose art should elicit some sort of emotional response from its audience, but the truly enthralling pieces have become increasingly uncommon.

I felt that same sort of desolate, lonesome expanse surround me when I first heard Oklahoma trio Idre's newest effort, the uncompromising Unforgiving Landscapes. Much like McCarthy, Idre's gloom is steeped in long-form minimalism, and, with two songs topping out at twenty-two minutes in length each, they, too, makes little use of punctuation in favor of lengthy phrases. Rife with folky, gothic undertones and clouded, dusty haze Unforgiving Landscapes is complicated, indescribable, echoing Townes van Zandt's soul-rending depression and the uncapturable horizon at the end of the endless, flat plain. Idre is pristine, well... mostly pristine, if a little sooty and sun-baked, but carries the immeasurable weight of solitude.

Unforgiving Landscapes will see an LP (limited to 300) and cassette (limited to 100) May 19th on Wolves and Vibrancy Records and Breathe Plastic Records respectively. Wipe the sweat and dust from your brow and listen to the two-part, forty-four minute mammoth below.

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