Purity !

I've been struggling for the past 4 days to write a review for a certain album, the artist is Agalloch, a pioneer of Doom/Death Metal, a band which has appeared from nowhere in the USA to spread their music all across the world. Their debut album Pale Folklore, is something I've rediscovered after a couple of years, this is the first time I've heard an album in it's entirety for about 25 times in 3-4 days. Everytime i plug in my ear phones and wander along with the music, I decide I have to write a review for this.

The problem is I dont know if i can do justice to it, What if I do not live up to the album and describe it or appreciate it a little lesser than what it has to, what if i've missed something or what if I've overlooked something else that i've not yet discovered till date, to relate this to things in general, I wonder, how immaculately pure a ritual it is to indulge listening to the album and how awesome it is for other things to be left alone just because you do not want to depreciate it's worth through senseless words that might not justify or through calculated prejudice might mislead or deviate from the purity that it is. I dont know when will I ever write a review or when will I ever put down in words. It's just that I am scared, I am scared enough to gently personify the whole event into a structured layout of thoughts. Guess I am too stupid, but then again, few things are better left alone, untouched, unspoken, just so others discover it personally and appreciate it not through force or through some one else's thought but their own !