This Burning Age crawled their way into the spotlight a few months ago with their EP Supplication. Emerging from the darkness like some creature with razor sharp guitar riffs for fangs and a pulsating writhing mass of dark, brooding industrial synth for a body, This Burning Age was intent on ripping open our deepest emotions and exposing our darkest secrets. Their first EP examined broken and twisted love, whereas their second EP Devotion pays homage to that very same thing.
They manage to best their already critically acclaimed Supplication with Devotion. Where Supplication was a relentless hammering of industrial anger, Devotion is instead a brooding tumult of brooding angst, snarling guitar riffs, thundering industrial bass lines and soaring synth tones. The EP opens with the relentless aggression that is “There Is No Hope Except For That Which You Give Me”. Armed to the teeth with razor sharp guitar riffs, the song screams of desperation as vocalist Friday repeats the chorus of “There is no hope except that for that which you give me.”
The crowning glory of this EP is “Hollow”, because the brooding nature of The Burning Age truly comes out in this song. If you liked the dramatic synthetic theatrics on Coheed and Cambria’s Ascension and Descension then “Hollow’ would slot perfectly into your playlist. Taking a leaf from their book, This Burning Age imbues “Hollow” with a synthetic piano, soaring guitar riffs and a lofty sense of theatrics. It oozes with a sense of malignant unrequited infatuation and desire. Friday drawls the lyrics of “All I want is complete devotion.”
“Nothing” closes Devotion with a blend of brooding aggression and painful theatrics. The track focuses on the give and take of relationships as Friday utters the lyrics of “I give you what you want / you give me what I need.” This truly highlights just how introspectively This Burning Age has looked at human nature, especially when it comes to broken and twisted love affairs. We wept for the loss of My Chemical Romance but here stands This Burning Age, offering up the same emotional release that MCR did, except they deliver it in a battered package that twists and convulses like a beast trapped in a cage. The only question is if we’ll let the beast out of the cage or continue to prod it with a red-hot poker.