Burnin A Wish

Most of Lacrimas Profundere’s discography has yet to be released on vinyl and this, by all accounts, is a profound injustice. For here lies one of the most influential bands in the realm of gothic metal, a group with doom and death metal roots that has flourished for over three decades, boasting thirteen albums that have garnered devoted acclaim. This injustice is now being set right by The Circle Music, beginning with the vinyl release of the classic album “Burnin A Wish”, which emerged twenty-four years ago.“Burnin A Wish”, released in the twilight of the year 2001, stands as a dark reliquary of dreams lost to the velvet fog of melancholy. To revisit it now, two dozen years later, is to unseal a time capsule of gothic ache, doom-laced longing, and the tormented tenderness that only Lacrimas Profundere could conjure at their creative height. It was a candle-lit corridor between worlds. A slow fall into velvet shadows. A scream muffled by rain.By the time “Burnin A Wish” was released, Lacrimas Profundere had already begun to evolve from their early death-doom origins, shaping their identity with the sophistication of seasoned mourners. The death growls had receded, replaced by the haunted, baritone croon of Christopher Schmid, whose voice is an echo from a chapel ruined by time. Yet, while the growls faded, the emotional gravitas remained intact, transmuted into melody, into baroque gloom, into something more sorrowfully refined.Produced with lush, theatrical clarity, the album never drowns in its own atmosphere, it breathes with it, moves with it. The soundscape is dominated by somber guitar textures, languid tempos, and subtle orchestral touches. From the very first notes, it is clear that this is music for ruined lovers and moon-drenched graveyards. This is the hallmark of Lacrimas Profundere’s style: an emotional minimalism that does not explain or elaborate, but merely opens wounds and lets them breathe.That this album has remained, until now, absent from the warm embrace of vinyl is both tragic and oddly poetic. For what format better suits a record such as this than the one that cracks and hisses like an old séance? Vinyl is tactile, intimate. It requires attention, reverence. To place Burnin A Wish on a turntable is to light a candle in the dark.And now, thanks to The Circle Music, the ritual may finally begin.