This album is a melancholy to me while listening to over and over again, and that makes this album unique for me, moves you to tears. I never figured out what it actually is ... Cornell incredibly torn apart vocal sound, the passion of his singing, which has then touched me neither before and especially never as deep or these strange and yet very accessible compositions that (despite analytically extremely sophisticated chord progressions and unusual dramaturgy) just seem to flow then, unverkopft, out of the internal, full of mournful bitterness. Do not misunderstand, it is not an album that consists only of pathos charged death ballads, it has power and it is versatile, but because of all the lies a sense, a common thread, a sentiment that is deeply sad and beautifully for me equally. The album is called Euphoria Morning, which suggests hope for me, but it was, is and will remain the plate that I play when I want to just indulge in melancholy, when I am looking for any music that comforts me and gives me hope, but some who understands my grief and accompanied me a few hours in it. For those moments Euphoria Morning is a true gift. and so yeah somehow restore comforts ...
