SEVENTH HELL

"Seventh Hell" sounds like perfect example of hell to me. I forgot which style this is, but I suspect symphonic. And indeed, what else could it be. She sings in Japan language, so I don't understand, but I don't mind, because at least is pleasant language to hear, nothing strong, hard. And except first unpleasant seconds, I'm satisfied as much as possible. Because this track has a gift to enhance your imagination, if you already have it working. Just thinking about images connected with these sounds (Futurama's hell? something my own?). When it's symphonic, or supposed to be, I expect, well, symphony. Beautiful and complex melody, better if structured quite difficult, synth or real synths, singing not so important. From what I could saw, Japan Bands have a lot of synth prog bands. In this track, there are two parts. One is ascending part, where music is in fast pace and trying to reach the top of the mountain, then second parts, when it jump from the edge and enjoys free fall. What about similar fall to depths of hell ? 7:22-8:30 is long example of second one. It contains beautiful and absolutely incredible blend of transitions from guitar solo to synth one (so masterskilledly edited that you will not see any bump) and then to both.

Keiko Kumagai is probably this gorgeous girl on cover. She's so pretty and not at all Japanese looking here + when you consider her keyboard skills, her giving a lot of band's ideas and this erotic style her own (Android Domina, various photos), you can't help but think that's a quite weird combination. Not bad, just strange. Babel Tower on her head, bird eating a man from Bosch's famous painting (one of two I have in my room, second one is Eden by him too, so every time I see something from it, connection between this artwork and this where I see it is stronger.

5(-) stars for almost masterpiece. Well, sad truth is that there are few worse parts which does not fit me aat all in overall composition. But as depiction of Hell (don't forget about it) it's flawless.

EDIT: + 1/2 stars, because of solid state of this record, which provides original element enough (through wild ideas) to be considered as master-class.

This is Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder progressive rock. It is ultimately technical skill without direction. Any given piece will change styles multiple times, all while retaining a frenzied pace and weirdness almost without exception. Despite their unquestionable talent, it's almost impossible for me to enjoy this, no matter how hard I've tried. Fans of Koenjihyakkei may find quite a bit to love here, however.

"Seventh Hell" After a maddening introduction, something akin to progressive metal ensues. The track is riddled with chugging guitar and powerful synthesizer leads. Jam packed with notes from almost every instrument, the arrangement is all over the place- frantic, chaotic, exasperating, and exhausting. Midway through, the piece completely stops, and something very different but no less sporadic takes over.

"La Venus Endormie" After the mind-boggling instrumental frenzy that came before, it's nice to have a more peaceful track, this one featuring vocals, coming from a female who can occasionally be shrill. The peace doesn't last- the band jumps back into full force progressive metal with several seemingly random sections patched in. The organ solo is the king here, though.

"Cazadora de Astos" Various synthetic instruments lead the charge on this brighter piece. Almost predictably, it becomes a migraine-inducing barrage of sounds.

"Voice of Wind" Following a bizarre opening, the band plows through a heavy guitar and bass segment, which is punctuated by irritating vocal stabs.

"Salvador Syndrome" The opening is really reminiscent of Gentle Giant. As expected, the music that follows is explosive, screaming, and unrelenting. Something I almost never care for is present here throughout- in lieu of transitions, there are several places where the music stops and then starts up again. With the weird, Japanese operatic vocal, however, my desire would be that the stops would come more often. Even the lead guitar is irritating in its screeching. The bass guitar solo is really cool, though. After yet another non-transition, there's a queer section of accordion, operatic vocals, and otherwise cabaret music. Sorry everyone, but this is worse than channel surfing on a drunken evening and trying to make a coherent story of everything on the screen...not that I've ever tried that sort of thing.

Seventh Hell is the latest release from Japanese band Ars Nova, not to be mistaken for the Italian band of the same name. It's an album of highly proficient high tech symphonic prog. The music centres around the talented Keiko Kumagai's grandiose and powerful keyboard work. Guitarist Satoshi Handa comes from the Steve Vai school of playing, again a highly proficient player who can shred with the best of them but injects the occasional acoustic moment for colour. The rhythm section of drummer Hazime and bassist Shinko Panky Shibata lay a solid foundation but are able to follow the twists and turns of the complex musical structures with ease.

Ars Nova's brand of symphonic prog in the main is very bombastic, often veering into metal territory, constantly shifting with some inventive chord structures on the five compositions. It's mainly instrumental with only the occasional vocal or spoken voices to break the musical onslaught. However I could quite happily live without the Japanese operatics that appear on closing track Salvador Syndrome.

I found myself quite enjoying Seventh Hell, particularly the opening title track which captures them at their best but the music generally comes across as a little clinical and soulless. The constantly changing nature of the compositions whilst being technically impressive does sometimes frustrate a little as an enjoyable section appears and is gone, never to heard again. This in turn leaves them fairly unmemorable, even after half a dozen plays.

Whilst I doubt I'd want the entire Ars Nova back catalogue in my collection, Seventh Hell is an album I'll enjoy coming back to from time to time when I'm in the mood. Worth checking out if you like your prog on the in your face bombastic side.

Bombastic, heavy, chaotic, loud! Seventh hell indeed! I was drawn to this japanese outfit when I read some reviews here on PA, since I had never heard of them before. It was said they were a kind of ELP copycat but if they ever did that I don´t know. What I can say is nowadays their music resembles anything BUT ELP. Liking it or not, they have their own sound that is a mix of speed of light type of guitars, shifting rhythm patterns and very complicated musical structures. Most keyboards parts are really interesting and creative, but the overall music is just too shapeless and too changeable for me to enjoy it more fully. It sounds mostly like an exercise of virtuosity than really music for the ears or soul.

Don´t get me wrong. It is just my personal taste.Besides, there are some very nice and genuine unique sounds that could be a fine material for great songs if they were interested in writing ´straight´ songs, but it does not seem to be the case here. Their musical hability is beyond question, the musicians are all very skillful and the arrangements are quite demanding. So much I´ll have to hear at least some other of their works to give them a fair judgement. For now I can only recommend this album to the ones who love to hear an explicit display of great musical technique without much care for song structure or feeling. If you´re into that, jump right in!

Rating: 2,5 stars, that I´ll round up to 3, because of the terrific musicanship and some very good ideas.

When it comes to the controversy of women performing in progressive rock, there are plenty of examples of female vocalists of course but traditionally women composers and all-girl bands in prog are quite rare. Well, unless you go to Japan of course. It is that country that seems to have some of the most ambitious and talented women in the higher arts of music and the country pumps out its share of extremely talented classical, jazz and progressive rock female specimens and it doesn't get any more so than the hyperactive and estrogen soaked female dominated band ARS NOVA. While the band was founded all the way back in 1983 as an all female cover band of classic prog such as ELP and Trace, in 1986 Keiko Kumagai joined the band and took creative control as the keyboard player and composer in chief. She even played with Ayreon on the album "Universal Migrator Part 2: Flight Of The Migrator." If you're looking for some sensual feminine charm with a whole lotta bombastic heft then look no further than ARS NOVA.

ARS NOVA has gone through many line-up changes over there long career and on the band's eighth studio album SEVENTH HELL, the lineup changes once again with only Kumagai remaining. While "Biogenesis Project" was fortified with a healthy supply of guest musicians in addition to the double synth attack and drums, SEVENTH HELL is streamlined into a mere yet no less feisty quartet of Kumagai on sole keyboard duty, Satoshi Handa on guitars and vocals, Shinko Panky Shibata on bass and Hazime on drums. While not exclusively an girl's club any longer, Kumagai takes the reins and keeps the feminine charm on board through this energetic romp through a parade of tight melodic riff sessions that simultaneously create pleasing earworm potential commerciality with heavy and frenetic restlessness that creates a dynamic tension through a variety of changing thematic proses that dish out the best influences of ELP, Goblin, PFM, Rich Wakeman, Balletto di Bronzo and beyond.

Teetering on the borderline between heavy symphonic prog and progressive metal. SEVENTH HELL provides a mostly instrumental path through five well composed tracks that are drenched in synthesizer attacks, heavy guitar laden riffage and choppy time signature rich percussive drives. The tracks vary in theme and length ranging from the opening near twelve minute title track that pours out lush addictive melodic driven synthesizer attacks to the heavy as hell short metal rocker "Voice Of Wind" that displays a rather Dream Theater type of progressive metal drive only with more complexities and avant-garde features interwoven into the spaced out atmospheric accompaniments. The grand finale "Salvador Syndrome" swallows up almost half of the album with a seventeen minute plus track that sounds more like a European Renaissance type of track than anything remotely Japanese. Graced by exquisite piano and keyboard runs and a series of never-ending changes, the behemoth track really lets loose and shows that female composers are alive and well and exceed the talents of many male counterparts in virtually every way.

SEVENTH HELL is a beast of melodic prog that has a rather exotic soundtrack feel packed full of different sounds interacting with the keys, guitar, bass and drums. While mostly instrumental, when vocals do occur they are usually displayed in spoken work or operatic scat singing with seemingly meaningly vocalizations with a few exceptions. This is the same style of prog metal that Ayreon lovers would eat up in a heartbeat and makes it evident why she fit in so well on Arjen Lucassen's ever-changing busy sounding brand of prog and symphonic metal. While ARS NOVA hasn't officially called it quits, it is somewhat of a mystery as to why the last album released came out all the way back in 2009. Perhaps other projects have gotten in the way, maybe a decade long album in the making is inching ever closer. While i could speculate to infinity, one thing is for sure and that is that this is some top notch brilliant composing power by Kumagai with top notch tight and daring performances to match. ARS NOVA is yet another brilliant Japanese band who managed to take European influences to the next level.

Between 1992 and 2009 female Japanese formation Ars Nova made 7 studio albums, a live CD and a DVD. Most of their earlier albums are keyboard driven symphonic rock with strong hints from UK, ELP and Trace. But later Ars Nova invited guess musicians, like on their album entitled Biogenis Project (2003) featuring Ayreon mastermind Arjen Lucassen on guitar and PFM legend Lucio Fabbri on violin. After these 7 albums Ars Nova disbanded but ... the story is not over (yet). The following years the management released two Official Bootlegs and a CD-DVD box entitled Divine Night (for details see the official website). Meanwhile keyboard player Keiko did a lot of Ars Nova interviews for foreign progrock magazines. This inspired her to re-found Ars Nova in 2015, with former members, but she is the only original member. The new version of Ars Nova started to play gigs, recently late 2017 on a Japanese progrock festival.

On their latest official studio album Seventh Hell the guest musicians are Zoltan Fabian (known from Nemesis) and Satoshi Handa. The theme on this CD is surrealism, the five compositions are based upon paintings by famous artists like Hieronymus Bosch, Magritte and Dali. I was very curious how Ars Nova would incorporate their ideas about these very creative and original legendary painters.

Ars Nova sounds very tight and driven, the fans of ultimate bombastic symphonic rock will enjoy the mindblowing interplay, the cascades of shifting moods and the frequent solos on keyboards and guitar. And also the many interesting musical ideas in the five compositions:.

Dreamy waves of violin-Mellotron and wonderful Grand piano along blistering guitar, dazzling keyboard flights and a swirling rhythm-section in the long opener Seventh Hell,

From orchestral keyboards and biting guitar to a virtuosic acoustic guitar solo in La Venus Endormie.

A surprising break with Spanish guitar and castagnettes in Cazadora De Astros.

And muddy fat guitar riffs with propulsive drums, fiery guitar and a very pleasant keyboard sound in Voice Of Wind.

And then the final track entitled Salvador Syndrome (with Robby Valentine as guest on vocals), never a dull moment, what a variety: a warm accordion sound with Nina Hagen-like opera vocals ... a break with latino bass and an acoustic guitar solo ... a Spanish inspired interlude with guitar and handclapping ... and a splendid final part featuring an ultimate bombastic keyboard sound, heavy guitar and a propulsive rhythm-section. Here we can enjoy the exciting contrast between the classically inspired keyboards and the harder-edged guitar sound, how sensational!

To the 'mainstream' proghead this CD will sound a bit 'over the top', and I also analyse that most tracks tend to sound more as jam-sessions than elaborate compositions. But if you like this kind of heavy and bombastic symphonic rock you will be delighted about Ars Nova, in my opinion this is one of their most exciting efforts (also available as a DVD-R)! My rating: 3,5 star.

Have you ever had a panic attack before? Personally, I have; I believe we've all had one at some point in our lives. It's an unfortunate event, the manic state opening our minds to the worst sort of thoughts. Now, imagine you had a panic attack, but it only filled you with a euphoric and cathartic positive energy. Ladies, Gentlemen, and all Others, it's the most outrageous, outspoken, and controversial of living artists; the only difference between them and madmen is that they're not mad; the Japanese power trio, now turned quintet, goddesses of darkness: Ars Nova! Who, as Dali did so many years ago, thread the line between utter and complete chaotic madness, and the most over the top and bombastic music Progressive Rock has to offer.

What is there to say about Ars Nova? Their reputation speaks for itself: never failing to deliver the most hyperactive and frantic Symphonic Prog on every single studio album since the dawn of the 90's. Some dismiss the band as a pale copy of Emerson Lake & Palmer, do not listen to such naysayers, rather, listen to their entire discography from Tränsi (1994) onward; and if you deign listen to at least a quarter of the album before judging it, you will hear for yourself that Ars Nova's unique blend of influences, and creativity, are nothing alike that of ELP. I dare say, Ars Nova surpasses ELP in bombast and arrogance, when it comes to studio albums, at least; ELP wins by a large margin as far as live shows are concerned; and this statement has never, to me, been truer that on Seventh Hell (2009). In my eyes, this album is Ars Nova's magnum opus: a refusal to repeat themselves, with a lot of daring experimentation, and a bombastic nature pushed even farther than ever before, to levels that even ELP could only dream of achieving. Seventh Hell (2009) is a slap in the face to every listener, and a ball-gag forced into their detractors' mouths in the most provocative, edgy, and extravagant manner possible.

It has to be listened to be believed, and it will make you believe, by force. The title track is thoroughly self-explanatory: not a millisecond is wasted, as you are thrust into Ars Nova's world immediately. The guitar is put at the forefront this time, delving further into the concepts they had first elaborated on Biogenesis Project (2003), with, this time around, an even harder edge. It may only have been a few seconds, and yet, the music has already sank its claws into your brain, demanding your fullest attention with an abrasive roaring and crying from the guitars. French and Latin demon laugh, as you are banished to Satan's realm. In only a few seconds, everything you must know about Ars Nova is put forward as an injunction: You will pay attention, you will know that they are mighty, you will know that they are the twisted child of ELP, of Classical Music, of Metal, and of French Literature... Like it or not, Ars Nova means business, and they will let you know by drilling their one-of-a-kind sound directly through each end of your skull, mensing it with a menseful seal.

What follows is a truck. Yes, a truck going at full throttle, which collides with you at Mach 5 speed; and don't think the driver will even consider hitting the brakes. That introduction was but the sound of its horn, one that you heard far too late to get out of the way. Once the entire band joins in, you awaken in hell, crushing in its raw power and immeasurable scale. You need not worry, Keiko Kumagai's trademark flaming keyboard solos soon follow, now with the help of a howling over-driven guitar. Both playfully dialogue, bouncing back and forth at a breakneck pace, with the energy to power the city of Tokyo. With its rapid-fire melody changes, its nasty, yet perfectly executed transitions, its ominous and simply awesome nature... Seventh Hell is the proper meaning of a beat-down: there is hardly anything you can firmly grasp; and any time you are able to hold onto the ledge that separates you from falling further into the bottomless pits of hell, the band members gang up on you... not to step on your fingers... but instead, to detonate dynamite, whose shock-waves resonate throughout your whole body, and to send the steep and desolate hills of hell, you so desperately hold onto, crashing down in a landslide, sinking into an ocean of lava and flames, in a deluge of exotic and dissonant riffing. Seventh Hell is not a safe song, nor it does pretend to be; they're playing on their turf, and you... you have to run for your life, through the rough and unfamiliar terrain of brash supersonic synth solos, the infinitely deep or absurdly high screaming from the guitars and bass, and the relentless punches which the drums just cannot stop throwing in your direction, determined to strike you down. The song, reaching its end, does not step even one feet down from its culminating heights, does not budge from its throne which overlooks its hellish domain; Ars Nova is still at the top of the world, and you... you're here to watch.

La Vénus Endormie follows, with a mystically enticing introduction: sounds conjured from the birth of most beautiful goddess to grace the world, surging from the waves of an infinite ocean, castaway on the banks of a virgin forest. This breath of fresh air is a demonstration of another facet of the band's music: invoking storms one second, and comforting our souls with soothing sorcery the next. But, Ars Nova cannot simply be content with a classical guitar accompanied by soft vocals... an electric guitar soars, possessed by the unbound agony of the greatest tragedies, and the gentle beauty which only the most gifted poets could hope to achieve with words. The song alternates between a distorted electric guitar, and the acoustic one, somehow both expressing the same feeling of unbridled gorgeousness; supported by a myriad of keyboards, whose melodies forthput a truly magical soundscape, which will strike the hearts of every sensible human; and whose solos both impresses deeply, and awakens a new love for mythology's greatest fantasies and deities.

Cazadora de Astros follows in the steps of the preceding song, be it with, as the title implies, a cosmic, almost heavenly feel, inspiring a profoundly melancholic sentiment, not unlike that of a lone being, wandering the vastness of space, chasing the distant stars, light-years away. Intensity builds up, so does the emotion evoked by the impossibly impressive atmosphere, until the middle part of the song... In a theatrical tirade, every instrument is brought to tears, yelling at the top of their lungs, creating one of the most emotionally powerful moments of the entire album. The feeling is hardly describable with simple words due to its biblical proportions. It is the heartbreaking last moments and death of a star, whose last cries pierced the nothingness of the void, to reach our ears, trillions of kilometers away; whose stardust took a life on their own, and ran in every direction for a new home, at the speed of light, with the weight of a pulsar over their soul, and with the glow of a thousand comets; perhaps, a few of the million shooting stars will get caught in the star-chaser's net, so that they may behold the treasures of the distant universe. Slowly, the song fades away, our hunter keeps on wandering through the unfathomable deep black, while, far away, thanks to accretion, a lucky few may witness the birth of a new star.

Just when your soul feels at rest, and your body becomes alight, the band is back to kneecapping you, in the most ferocious and unexpected way they can pull off. Forthwith, the foreboding sound of static synth chords fills your ears, the incomprehensible whispers of a few almost schizophrenic voices drift from left to right, top to bottom, and the warped instrumentation leaves you floating in place... all rendering you unable to move, in the grasp of the almighty Zephyrus. "Follow us", you hear, as they laugh, and laugh, ever so maniacally... and suddenly go medieval on your poor, disoriented spirit. Voice of Wind is only four minutes long, and it will use them to their fullest extent: transitions are barely a second long, each part appears as soon as it disappears, each instrument sprints through the track; and with its almost tribal vocal inflections, accentuated by punchy drums, it occurs to you that this is a fistfight you are clearly losing. A dense asphyxiating atmosphere, a melting mist of guitars, is anything close to mild you will ever get from this song; Ars Nova's over-the-top, insane, and utterly frantic music is back, the two previous songs were but a cooldown... a short moment they took to roll their arm back and telegraph a punch that would hit you square in the face, shattering your teeth.

You're defenestrated into the next song, but before even being given the time to think, you're grabbed by the collar and forced into a rocking chair, overlooking a Spanish beach, on which clocks melt, and incomprehensible creatures mesh with the environment. Salvador Syndrome, the most incomprehensibly chaotic, and genius song in the band's catalog, as well as the longest, befalls you. Not even Voice of Wind could have prepared you for this... not even the knowledge of every minute detail of Dali's paintings could have prepared you for this. Seventeen entire minutes of constant change, going in unexpected directions at every opportunity, alike to a car, speeding in the streets of a labyrinthine city, taking U-turns whenever accustomed to going in a straight line for mere seconds. An inventive suite, dancing mad between sudden bursts of Hispanic music, impromptu and surprising operatic singing, mind-bending instrumental passages in which each virtuoso musician has a chance to showcase their talent of the highest caliber; nailing, in quick succession, blowtorch-hot solos over intricate and ever-changing rhythms. The music rises as high as heaven, and descends as low as the abyss, leaving a trail of destruction on its path without even bothering to look back. You're pulled, you're pushed, and most importantly, you're never given a chance to understand the situation. Had Dali lived to hear this song, he would have been proud, I am certain.

And so, your beautiful torment ends, the band have had their fun throwing you around like a baseball, and now they left, leaving you alone in an empty field. After piecing yourself together with whatever glue of duct tape you have at your disposal, you'll be able to reflect on what just happened to you. Your first conclusion will most likely be along the lines of "I don't know what the hell I just listened to?"; it takes time, and a few more listens, to completely grasp the utter genius of the album. Seventh Hell (2009), is, by a long-shot, Ars Nova's most inventive, cutting edge, diverse, enjoyable, awesome, and best project; and this is telling! for their previous works were already some of the finest Symphonic Rock to grace the ears of any tasteful listener. Seventh Hell (2009) is, quite simply, one of the most advanced, mature, and polished work of the Rock genre as a whole; crafted with the most fervid love and passion for music, by the second coming of Keith Emerson: Keiko Kumagai; helped the some of the best musicians in the Japanese Progressive scene, and geniuses from beyond the seas. Every melody, every note, every second, every little detail about the album seeps with upmost passion, to the point of overflowing, which is the greatest gift us listeners and avid music lovers could ever wish for. Every single musician plays their heart out, as if tomorrow, music would disappear forever; it is beyond cathartic. To some, this album may only be a pompous and narcissistic mess of overzealous musicians, unable to hold a thought for more than a minute; but some people are wrong: it is anything but! Love for the discipline is the flour that helped bake these five songs, a love so powerful that every person participating in the creation of Seventh Hell (2009), expressed this appreciation by letting go of any limits, letting loose, losing themselves in the music, and letting their creativity run wild like enraged tigers, or gracious swans.

Seventh Hell (2009) commands respect. It is a labor of love, expertly created by some of the finest minds in Progressive Rock. Its power transcends the typical way we think of music; to be understood, it requires to throw away casual listening into a bin, to open our minds, and embrace it in a profound manner. And, even as a casual listen, the wonderful and inspiring songs will not leave you indifferent. It will stick to the listener, like a kiss upon the cheek from a soulmate, and like a trident piercing your chest; personally, I cannot go back to living without Seventh Hell (2009). I am certain that any person dedicated to art will appreciate this album, just as I did, and will find it as deeply inspiring, from the first millisecond and its bellowing guitar, to the last second and its solemn echoes. With this album, Ars Nova has, in my mind, cemented themselves as an icon of Progressive Rock, dare I say, as an icon in the field of Art, on the same level as Dali, and every artist that Ars Nova has been inspired by. It is an honor for us, and an honor for the artists referenced in the making of each song; but before anything, every member, every guest, and everyone that helped make this album possible, should be honored for having created an unparalleled, and unrivaled masterpiece, a project so incomprehensibly magnificent and mighty, that the Tower of Babel, in comparison, is nothing more than Keiko Kumagai's crown!

Grade: 10/10

Favorite tracks: Every track.

The best album I have ever heard.

Something has always bothered me in the way people discuss Ars Nova. It's always about how they're an ELP clone, that they're far too overblown, that their music is soulless and emotionless. I have always found that those comments were made in bad faith. They have ELP influences, that's for sure, but they are unique; a somewhat deep listen to their music, and it becomes apparent that they are very different from ELP. They are overblown, but since when has this been a bad thing? That word has lot all sense in the Prog-sphere, it has just become a de facto insult thrown at Symphonic Prog bands whenever they try to have fun. Ars Nova is overblown, but the substance is there; in a sense they are just blown. "Soulless, emotionless" is another buzzword thrown often at all types of Prog. I would like to remind those that use this word excessively that there are more emotions in the world than melancholy and awe. This isn't the classical era, we don't have to adhere to strict standards that qualify what is beautiful and what is not. Ars Nova has never been emotionless, they just don't have a lot of those slow and lush passages that apparently are the only allowed expression of one's feelings. Ars Nova, since day one, has always been bursting with passion. What some call overblown, I call it a celebration of music, an expression of their love for powerful music. Even in their album Biogenesis Project, which contains a lot of cheese and its fair-share of impossibly cringe-worthy moments, that emotion is felt. That emotion is Keiko Kumagai's passion for Sci-Fi and music, expressed in the best way she could muster. I believe Ars Nova deserve far more respect than they get, in anything because they are committed to make some of the most chaotic Symphonic Prog music out there.

That takes me to my favorite album of theirs, which ranks as my second favorite album of all time, Seventh Hell. What is there to say? It is Ars Nova at their most mature, most eclectic, heaviest, densest, and even most well produced! Onslaughts of solos and ever-changing parts, yet all is fluid, and every second is memorable. Tints of flamenco, opera, and surreal art, all mixed in with their signature anime-esque goth baroque sound, making them sound like they never have before. On the composing side of things, Keiko Kumagai is at her best (and hopefully not peak just yet). I am the first to say, her compositions used to be extremely disjointed. While every album had its highlights, it's not until the 2000s that she became a true genius. The Book of the Dead was the first album where her truly memorable and mind- blowing compositions began to take more space than the more disjointed ones. And on Biogenesis Project, she reached an incredible level of consistency. But Seventh Hell, it's beyond anything else! Not a single second of this album feels weak, poorly thought-out, or disjointed. Despite the complexity of those songs, especially in the opening and closing Suites, nothing is out of place, nothing is designed just to show off. Everything there is meant to be there and it is the most exhilarating feeling I know.

Seventh Hell opens with its title-track, and what an opening! In a move reminiscent of The Goddess Of Darkness, there's not a second of warm-up. No intro track to easy you into it, but instead of the Horror-movie-esque strings in Kali, you're hit with crunchy guitars and demonic voices. The mood is set in one second: this will be edgy, distorted, gothic, and uncompromising. It's like grabbing you by the neck and chucking you straight into hell. The emphasis put on the guitar really helps, it was a genius move! Sometimes it brings grit in the lower register, sometimes it soars in the high-register. The clean tones are piercing and ominous, the acoustic guitar brings a fantasy vibe that no other Ars Nova album has ever had. It's a constant barrage of new ideas, all of which fit together perfectly, and stand on their own as well. Epic in all the best ways for eleven-and-a-half minutes, an unbelievable song. And that reprise of the main theme at the end! I can't help but jump of my sit whenever it hits me, the culmination of 9 minute of unparalleled excitement finally released in the most satisfying way possible. This song holds some of my favorite musical moments ever, and it's only the first track!

After the bone-shattering intensity of Seventh Hell, Ars Nova takes a U-turn, into La Vénus Endormie, beginning with relaxing rain, and a beautifully fantasist guitar-led introduction. Gosh, how beautiful can a song get? For a minute, I find myself daydreaming; I walk through enchanted forests, lit by fairies in the darkness of the night. Music so evocative that it transports me to another dimension so quickly is rare. It shows that Ars Nova are not all about being big and bombastic either, they are a band who know how to be subtle when needed. The soaring guitar solo, the dense composition melding acoustic, electric, and electronic, who could resist that? With La Vénus Endormie, Ars Nova show us something I've rarely ever seen, subtlety without restraint. The composition is complex, but never overbearing; the musicians are all at their maximum, but none ever take too much space, or seem like they're trying too hard. Instead of achieving subtlety through restraint, they achieve it by looking deep inside their soul, by finding the most sensitive and poetic part of themselves, and then by giving it to their all. Beauty from the first to last second, the six minute song goes over in less than two in my mind.

To continue the trend of more subtle sounding music, in comes Cazadora de Astros. And what a beautiful track it is! In a move reminiscent of the introduction to Transi, Ars Nova ditch the muddy power of the Hammond and instead give us the clear grace of bells. The track crescendos, adding more acoustic instruments, some synths, a beautiful bass. This song shows itself to be less melodic than the previous, with some more complex flourishes scattered throughout. And once again, a perfect guitar solo in the middle of the track takes your soul, and releases it like a bird to fly among the stars. A peak of beauty and grace is reached with this song, a unique mix of firmness and confidence, with the softest of sensitivity. If La Vénus Endormie was the most beautiful song on this album, then Cazadora de Astros is the most passionate. I can only imagine what emotional catharsis composing it brought.

And then for something completely different, Voice of Wind. After being put at ease, Ars Nova decide to hit us in the face once again. With an ominous introduction, the texture of which could be compared to a dark mystical fog which beckons us to lose all our senses, a contrast to the previous track is immediately and extremely effectively set. This song has no time for us mortals, speeding through musical idea after musical idea after musical idea. It is Ars Nova making a more traditional metal song, laced with Koenjihyakkei-esque vocal hits and probably some kind of amphetamine. The speed at which this track pummels the listener with more and more insane ideas is exhilarating, seriously, where else do you have a breakdown which contains a bike!? Voices dance from ear to ear, mocking us, maybe. The atmosphere is absolutely on-point throughout the track, no matter how fast it goes, it is tasteful in its violence, polished in its barbarism.

The last, and longest track, might be one of the most awesome track, in the literal sense. Salvador Syndrome is Ars Nova presenting their homage to the surreal master Salvador Dali, and what an homage it is! It's complicated to talk about this track, or to wrap my head around it. It is the most conventional Ars Nova song here, but cranked up to a thousand percent. Kumagai's scatterbrain compositions, a few times, were clumsy, a bit jarring, or a bit forgettable; this suite introduces new themes and sections as fast as it ends them, and like all of this album, every second sticks. Nothing is ever boring, nothing ever feels off, not a single second feels free of thought. On paper, it should not work! A 17 minute symphonic metal suite, reminiscent of JRPG soundtracks, featuring a soprano singer, and flamenco. It should not work, at all, but it does. Ars Nova embody perfectly the first lyrics which describe Dali as "the most outrageous, outspoken, and controversial of a living artist". Outrageously well-composed, outspoken it its love of art, and controversial, judging by most people's reaction to the musical choices. Salvador Dali's spirit lives through this song, and without a doubt, he would have appreciated this grand piece of music in honor? or maybe not, we shall never know.

And like that, Seventh Hell ends, starts with a bang, ends with a bang, and every second transports us through time and space. My opinion might be biased, but I truly see this album as the best Symphonic Prog of the 21st century so far, and if I feel daring, as the best of all time. Every second enthralls me like nothing else in the world, it makes me laugh, it makes me cry, it makes me want to destroy the world, and it makes me want to appreciate the beauty of the night sky. An album full of contradictions, which instead of fighting for supremacy, embrace each other sensually. It is music that gives me everything I need, just thinking about its importance to me brings a tear to my eye. Just writing this review makes my heart beat faster. This is an album that made me want to be a composer, this is an album that made me want to be a musician, this is an album that deepened my understanding of music beyond what I thought was possible. If I could, I would thank Keiko Kumagai, and every musician, in person. I would thank them for this glorious and life-changing piece of art.

Seventh Hell is what I live for.

Favorite tracks: All of them 10/10