Metal for astronauts. Rosetta’s moniker echoes over and over in my thoughts as I try to discern the exact emotions that the band is attempting to convey. Much like an astronaut, I feel like I’m floating, but what about those moments where you want gravity to seize you? Are they ever going to come? Listening repeatedly, I am desperate to find the hidden climaxes of A Determinism of Morality. Although I’m about ready to give up, my subconsciousness is persistent in convincing me there is something that I’m missing.
Meanwhile, I’m walking down the street reading a local newspaper. I temporarily forget that Rosetta’s imaginative music is gracing my headphones as I come across an article about how the newly elected mayor is passing laws to regulate street musicians. My throat begins to swell up. Tears form, as all of the emotions I’ve been bottling in attempt to make their exit. I know the music I am currently listening to is powerful enough to heavily accentuate my emotions, but I’m still at a loss for how I should describe it. Suddenly, I recall a recent conversation I had with a colleague about Rosetta, a band I know relatively little about. I can only remember him telling me how loud the band is live.
As I think back to the newspaper article, my hand reaches blindly into my pocket in search of my iPod. My determination to shatter everyone’s eardrums increases ten fold, as I fail to realize my thumb has been spinning clockwise around the click-wheel for the past minute. Everything is vibrant now. I still feel like an astronaut, but this time one who has just seen the beauty of the Earth from outside its own atmosphere. Only the true and passionate lovers of music will appreciate Rosetta’s beauty. Everything that I was missing before was here all along. With a smirk on my face, I continue to my next destination.
Initially, A Determinism of Morality reminded me of many of the pioneers of similar post/avant-garde metal genres. Although these classifications are accurate and necessary, Rosetta is special in their own way. For one, the vocals are just about as flawless as they are intense, especially when played at uncomfortably high volumes. Although I thoroughly enjoyed last year’s Caspian, I was hoping I would eventually come across an emotionally similar band with a more impressive vocalist. A Determinism of Morality may lack many of the creative sound effects that made me fall in love with Tertia, but its sound is still rich with atmosphere. The tremolo picking adds to the album’s intensity, but is used in a much calmer fashion than say, Écailles de Lune. Instead, the power of Rosetta is generated by slower, recurring guitar melodies, which gracefully transition throughout each song. Thankfully, A Determinism of Morality is just as fervent as it is genteel.
Tattering cymbals remind me of soft rainfall as the album comes to its close. I stare at the old oak trees in silence, as light cascades through them. Not much time has passed, but I feel like I’ve learned something new about music and about myself. As I realize it’s time to go home, I reach into my pocket again, eager to challenge myself to another listen. Although the notes are the same, my perception is slightly altered each time I hear the album’s opening. I enjoy the way Rosetta makes me feel. I want to feel this way for a long time.