Album Review: Aíma by Seasonal Suicide – A Raw, Unfiltered Rock Ride
Alright, let’s talk about Aíma by Seasonal Suicide. This 2018 release from Stone Groove Records is one of those albums that doesn’t try to be something it’s not. It’s raw, unapologetic, and hits you like a punch in the gut—exactly what you want from hard rock with grunge and nu metal vibes. The mastering by Martin Bowes adds this gritty polish that makes every track feel alive, like they’re breathing right next to you.
Now, I gotta say, Through The Mirror stuck with me. There’s just something about how it starts—this slow build-up that feels almost meditative but also kinda unsettling. Then BAM! The guitars come crashing in like a wave of chaos, and suddenly you’re not just listening anymore; you’re feeling it. The vocals have this haunting quality, like someone screaming into an abyss but still hoping for an answer. Honestly, it gave me chills. Like, whoa, dude, where did THAT come from?
Then there’s I Am Hated. Man, this song grabs you by the collar and shakes you until you can’t tell if you’re angry or heartbroken. The lyrics hit different—raw and real, like reading someone’s diary without permission. The mix of heavy riffs and these moments of quiet vulnerability keeps you hooked. You think it’s gonna go one way, then it flips on you, and before you know it, you’ve listened to it five times in a row.
The other tracks, like Sand and the title track Aíma, are solid too. They don’t grab me as much as the first two, but they round out the album nicely. Still plenty of grit and emotion to keep things interesting.
What really gets me though is how honest this whole thing feels. There’s no overproduced nonsense here. No shiny filters or fake drama. Just four guys (or however many) pouring their souls into each note. And yeah, sure, maybe some parts aren’t perfect—but isn’t that kinda the point? Imperfection is what makes music human.
Here’s the weird part: after listening to Aíma, I found myself staring at my ceiling for hours thinking about life choices. Not even joking. Maybe it was the crushing weight of the riffs, or maybe it was just me losing my mind, but either way, it left its mark. So yeah, if you’re looking for an album that’ll mess with your head while rocking your socks off, check out Aíma. Just don’t blame me when you start questioning everything.
