"The themes revolve around a sense total hopelessness and seeing things how they actually are. You dwell on it and go deeper as you make more remarks supporting this situation. But then you finally reach the bottom. While there you're too beaten to go up, but instead just go forward until an uphill starts. It's going to be a battle, but to even find such a thing is a sign of hope. This is then wrapped around the current political climate and anxiety surrounding climate change.
I guess you could sum it up with the latin saying "Dum Spiro Spero" which means "While I breathe, there's hope." While we are alive and have collective control over something and the ability to adapt, we can make a change. It will try to drag us down but seeing things like they are is not synonymous to getting drag down.
The soundscape of Ainoa is very desolate, ascetic even. That's what it feels like to me when you're in the middle of an existential crisis. Low end is lurking about in the background and this numb horn-like sound looping. Makes me think about a sad joke that keeps on repeating in your mind. Sad joke of not doing anything even though the possibility is there and the other option is comparable to a deathwish.
Lots of buzzing like an army of flies above a fresh carcass of human greed."
- Embry
"To me, Ainoa was like a record of different spaces. They ended up being sort of story-like, like vignettes in content but musically I was trying to create a space. The titular song to me was a swamp area lit by a dim red light, cold after a warm day which makes it suddenly feel very cold and like things are swirling to a set position, which is always where-ever you are."
- Eppu Kaipainen
lyrics
THE ONLY WAY AT THE BOTTOM IS FORWARDS
Fractures more akin to lessons like a sore memory
Broken mere interchange and a cautionary example
A shift in the balance of natural power
A slip in the Earthly karmic cycle
Mother-birthed child of rage has been let out of our chains, we'll just have to understand
It wasn't all our fault, we weren't thrown to the wolves from the same starting point
In the end , we're not in the same boat with the child of rage
In actuality, we're standing in between it and the real problem
I prefer to make way and bow. Abstract won't be changed into humanity with pity. Straight words won't bend, pleas will not shake and curses can't shock.
My ass is wet from tripping into the gutter
The eyes faded over the weekday greys
Teeth corroded from eating your own words
Heart caved in by the rocks above it
Stomach flipped from all that churning
Life was over as we knew it. Now it's all over.
The world is pretty cruel. The world is cruelly pretty.
We've been fucked for cheap
Tucked into a soiled bed with a soiled seed
Now that we've been taken we can finally take ourselves
A hug beneath the skin, south of the equator
The atmosphere is free and dead at the same time. Life and the living become synonymous
Plus minus zero it is after all! But never has falling felt so uplifting.
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