In the spring of 2021, the Philadelphia alt-rock scene was invigorated by the emergence of Forest Circles, fronted by the enigmatic Angel Ocana. Known for crafting haunting melodies that evoke the mystery of a fog-enshrouded forest at dawn, Angel’s songwriting prowess shines in their latest offering, “Holy Again.” This track marks a compelling collaboration with the darkwave sensibilities of My Manifesto and the synthwave expertise of Rogue VHS, who provided the mastering, resulting in a blending of genres to create a unique auditory experience.
“Holy Again” starts with a simple yet captivating piano riff, which swiftly transitions into a realm where electronic elements are enshrouded in a haze of guitar fuzz and feedback. Angel’s vocals, both delicate and haunting, intertwine with the sorrowful undertones laid down by My Manifesto, creating a sound that is both ethereal and deeply emotional. The song is a poignant journey through themes of regret, longing, and the yearning for redemption. It vividly portrays the struggle with betrayal and the desperate desire to erase painful memories, oscillating between pleas for forgiveness and the acknowledgment of irreparable damage. Despite the complexities of connection and disconnection it explores, “Holy Again” retains an undercurrent of hope, serving as a raw, emotional hymn for reconciliation and healing. It’s a siren song for the lost, the lingerers, and those caught in the transient spaces of life, brimming with melancholy and echoing with plaintive cries.
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