On their full-length debut Sempre Più, post-hardcore / screamo outfit WLOTS (pronounced “vuh-lots”) offers a unique take on this genre's roots with a sound that harkens back to the early 2000’s while retaining a firm foothold in the band's dark and dreamy modern world. For its members, Wlots is a kinetic outlet for both calmer songs like My Morii and faster / heavier / crazier songs like Bitter Lemon alike, all set against a backdrop of snarling pain and somber emotion.
Revolving around turbulent feelings drawn from life experiences, a neighbor’s suicide and the death of a close friend, the eleven track album focuses on the relationship with self, self-esteem (and/or the lack thereof), isolation, confrontation and turning points. The italian phrase “sempre più” (which means “ever increasing”) refers to the context of the album’s narrative, embodying the downward spiral caused by depression and mental health issues. With a central theme of everything going increasingly wrong, the album tells a number of stories about how one's bleak mental state can often result in one’s own isolation. So listeners be warned, this is not a fun-loving record...but a must-listen for anyone who likes genuine, legitimate, true emotion. An angry, raw and honest collection of songs delivered with unflinching sincerity and intensity, Sempre Più is a deeply human album that is impossible to listen through without being moved.
“The first half of the album tells a number of stories about different characters and how their lack of self-esteem and poor relationship with themselves affect their lives and ultimately leads to a turning point for them. The turning point is portrayed in Chiasso (meaning "uproar") which illustrates the violent confrontation within themselves. The second half is centered around the discord within a particular individual including a prologue (Learning to Love Myself) and an aftermath (Nothing Ever Happens). In the aftermath, the protagonist has taken his own life. This song comments on how such tragedy is so commonplace that we often look past the impact it has on the individual’s relationships. In the ending scene Adagio, you can hear the significant other of the late protagonist. The lover is still oblivious to what has happened and ironically says goodbye to a person that has already passed on," says bassist Alexander Reinthal.
Alexander continues, “There are three tracks which are intimately connected with our own experiences in life (Bitter Lemon, I Hate My Friends and My Morii). Here, the protagonist’s self-loathing impacts their lives in a negative way, resulting in various personal forms of isolation. These events are what inspired us to write this record. We have found through experience that the relationship with ‘self’ has a very real impact on our mental health and the people close to us. Although the record is more about being smack in the middle of it all and feeling overwhelmed, the message that we want to get across is that you should treasure your relationship with yourself.”
"Sempre Più is quite the fitting name for this album, as the build-ups and breaks-downs of this album are amazing! Most if not all songs evolve and progress and are indeed, ever increasing. This is an impressive collection of songs, particularly because of the introductions. Each song carries an intro of anticipation and is what impressed me the most with the album. Treat your ears to 'Bitter Lemon', but take special note of the drums, they will really capture your attention. The lead singer has an impressive range. What can WLOTS do with a few interludes? A lot I tell ya. Every piece tells a story. 'Adagio' is a great example. This album covers a lot of ground. It is structured so well as individual songs and as a whole. You’re interested throughout album because you can really feel the emotion pouring from the band. Sempre Piu takes you on a journey of musical rage." - Sound The Sirens
Wlots is Hannes Wijk (vocals, guitar), Robert William-Olsson (guitar), Alexander Reinthal (vocals, bass) and Philip Masek (drums). Sempre Più was produced, performed, recorded and mixed at Studio Oljud in Gothenburg. Mastered by Ulf at HoboRec Studios. Spoken Word on My Morii by Julia Steiner of Ratboys. Album artwork by Tom Malek. Photo by Emma Lundqvist. The band resides in Gothenburg, Sweden. (DER-596)
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do you miss me. like you say you do? those words don't mean a thing. if you really think things through. do you listen. when i talk to you? is there something on your mind? there's always something on your mind. are you in there? please let me through. i want to be under your skin. i want to get back there, inside. but it's like leather. so hard to break through. i was once under your surface. floating there with you. am i holding you back? you make me feel like everything i say is wrong. like there's something wrong with me. like i can never be enough. i'm sorry if i shut you out. i guess i'm not enough. i'm scared of being alone. i'm terrified of being alone. and do i miss you? like i say i do. we're so quick to judge each other. maybe i'm a disappointment too. and do i need you? like i think i do. i wish that i could make you happy. maybe it is someone else's turn. i wish that i was someone else. i think i've had enough of feeling alone. i feel so alone with you. i wish we could talk it through. there's nothing you can say. nothing you can do. it's unacceptable
Track Name: I Hate My Friends
i'm so done with all my friends. they can't hurt me anymore. i don't deserve love. i don't deserve the love that's shown to me. for all the mistakes that i've made. i don't deserve love. i don't believe in myself. and neither does anyone else. i don't believe in myself. i never did. i'd rather have no friends. i'd rather die alone
Track Name: See You
i see you when i close my eyes. we talk about the time you died
Track Name: My Morii
with the wind in your hair, dust collar-bone. head and taillights on an overexposed highway home. it runs through our rivers, oceans into. with the song on the radio that we listen to. a broken fence, a hidden grove. the city simmers down below. we let the sunlight lick our skin. and like this never happened, i'm forgotten. where is your heartbeat? the disharmony. we were caged in ribs. never mind, i guess i'll be fine. with the wind in your hair, "are we heading home, or to visit your father?" he lies beneath the city sign, alone and out of time. with the wind underneath, do you feel alone? flying solo over pastures that we once called home. across the rivers, oceans so blue. there's only static on the radio, i'm missing you. where is your heartbeat? the disharmony. we were caged in ribs. never mind, i guess i'll be fine. i guess i'll be fine. how could you forget. (wake up) how could you forget. (i'm dreaming)
Track Name: I Know You Know
lying next to you in your bed. and you ask me if i love you. i tell you the words you want me too. but i know you know
Track Name: Backwash
i'm not lying when i say i want to be you. i've been wanting to be all of you. because there are so many fates. i wish you would just leave without saying goodbye. friends, they all say the same thing, or laugh. but i know where the beginning is, the middle and the end. and then a new begging. and then the rest of this life. i want to blow up my head between your hands. i wish you were too feeble to leave. i wish i was strong enough to end what i can't. i can breathe deeply, i can pant. and i can breathe slowly. and with my back against the floor i can close my eyes and tumble. and in the nighttime. when they light the stars. i think to myself that i am not anyone. no one. nothing. and the next day passes like the previous
Track Name: Learning To Love Myself
there's a bunch of things i've got to do. there are secrets and there's solitude. is it possible to feel more alone? and i've been trying hard not to drink. but it's impossible to me. i think about how you make me thirstier. i've always had this thirst for her. i guess i never really tried hard enough. and i guess that's part of why i've always felt like a failure. i somehow always manage to fail her. i've been trying hard not to drink. because i got done with feeling incomplete. at least that how i feel about everything. i don't feel a thing for anything. i guess i never really tried hard enough. and i guess that's part of why i've always felt like a failure. i somehow always manage to fail her. i've been trying to calm my spinning thoughts. but they keep swinging back and around. and i've been trying to make these visions stop. but they are always around. i don't feel a thing for anything
Track Name: Chiasso
what did you expect? how can you be surprised? because you never listen. so what do you know, about me?
Track Name: Nothing Ever Happens
i said "dad can i call you back?" "because something happened here and i've gotta check things out" hung up the phone. as the ambulance arrived. bright flashing lights. and screaming sirens broke the silence now. rushed from their cars. in through the gate. to the backyard. where they found his body on the ground. they put a blanket over his body after checking for his pulse. but he had lost his breath the last time. there was no hope. and on a balcony, five stories up they found a ladder. leaned against a handrail next to a pillbox. just as empty as his lungs, never to be refilled again. he threw himself over the railing, couldn't deal with the chest-pain. i took one last glance at the blanket as someone knocked on the front door. a man in a uniform informed us "nothing happened here at all" nothing happened here at all? i said "dad can i call you back?" "because something happened here and i've gotta check things out"