A beautiful angelic creation of fantasy and reality interwoven with graphic novelization and loud live music with in person interpretation and narrative. September Mourning is a hybrid Broadway blend of band and book, each part complimenting the other. If September doesn’t draw you in with graphics and art she’ll romance your senses, mind and ears with their live show.
September Mourning could only come from the cinematic streets of Los Angeles. Bringing cosmic, comic characters to life and turning the music the story tells into song. While September fills the ears, the retrieving scavengers that stalk her in print, play by her side on stage with guitarist Riven and Wraith, bassist Shadou and drummer Stitch. They’ve been catching the attention of the online metal elite along with tours supporting Marilyn Manson, Otep and Avatar. In the fictional plot of their first Sumerian Records offering Volume II and Top Cow Productions graphic novel series, September’s a human-reaper hybrid frantically trying to save pure souls from Fate. Her mission mirrors the two worlds, taking lyrical ink from the pages, singing about the pictures from the stage.
Themes of self-support, standing up to abuse and oppression and finding yourself as a person run through both versions of the story. They’re currently on a national tour hitting San Francisco, San Diego and Long Beach late December.
“The Collection” starts with the opening mission statement, hymn and blessing from September to the souls.
On “Angels to Dust” guitars hit with an Evanescence hello, setting the pace with a heavy techno pop sound, allowing build up as her lungs scream out. “Eye of the Storm” spells out her story, trying to save destitute but good souls from Fate’s reckoning and nature’s coming wrath, as grunge guitars pound like thunder steady and strong streaking across the heavens.
September breathes smooth silk and a forked tongue sting into “Before the Fall” cursing the dark forces that constantly pursue her while affirming her hybrid obligation. “Children of Fate” hear her call as the mother searcher calls to her wayward children in an operatic roll call.
“Skin & Bones” exposes the inner and outer unwrapped battle scars. Hybrid or not, bandaged and bonded, we begin as human. She cries to rise in individual freedom in your own body and expression. Harassment over appearance is one of the oldest forms of bullying and still one that cuts the deepest.
“20 Below” is a rocking arm in arm rallying call, cold but powerful with emotional chill. “Heart Can Hold” is atmospheric, symphonic and grandiose, weighing heavy on the elements of the emotional machine. Guitars and drums test durability as her voice and delivery demand capacity.
“Superhuman” is high tech fusion with a chemical industrial kiss, dancing down spotlight pathways chasing and being chased. Guitars gurgle like bubbling lab potions ready for testing and transformation.
“Live like you’re Alive” dances in the shadows of Queensryche ‘80s decadence as guitars give the track its lifeblood adding a little bit of pile-driving punch here and there adding to the shuffle dance slam. Leave a mark that can be seen in the day and night long after you’re gone.
“Stand by Me” brings the ghostly other-worldly song of the solo scavenger of souls to flickering candlelight. Notes spread like jangling spiritual mist as vocals intertwine lyrically classic words with new world imagery under the subtle under-breath of whispering angels.
“Til you see Heaven” ends the second volume with an emotional clench. The weight of the sky falls on her back as the hybrid’s heart wrenches out in universal yearning and mourning as the heart drips red tears.
