This album is a true solution for exactly two problems: sleep disorder and lack of sex. Concerning problem number one application is quite easy. Lay down in your bed with a cup of warm milk with honey, put on your headphones, put SOUL RELIC in your CD player and then “drift away to a better world…” (Dying Angels). The good thing is that you won’t come further than to the third track.
Problem number two requires more initiative from yourself, but cohabitation in regular intervals shouldn’t be a problem anymore. As soon as you have brought some gothic girlie to a quiet place with a possibility to play CDs, this album will do the rest for you. The completely overdrawn styled-band-posing-cover, the “romantic” lyrics, the electronic slide-ins and the showy produced third class compositions will make the layers of white heavy make-up melt from the faces of the female depri auditory like snow in July on the hood of a black Porsche.
Sudden disappearance of any underwear will be caused by the vocals, which remind me more on HIM than all the rest of the music. Be honest now: who – including the people from the label and the band itself – really beliefs, that this artificial product will survive more than three albums?