Danish Band Communions Debut “Splendour”

Danish Band Communions have Debuted their new single “Splendour.” with the news, the group have signed with hometown label Tambourhinoceros
Communions “Splendour"

Communions new single “Splendour,” is their first with hometown label Tambourhinoceros. The single focused on “a sickly, unattainable love. One which possesses a destructive power.” What begins in the tone of young, innocent adoration — “when fountains spring, soak her in” — transforms by the end of the song into one of destructive love; deception, ignorance and impurity.

From Martin Rehof:

“Rather, in a less concrete sense, it’s about the oppressive power that certain things in life can have over you,” For instance, making art is something I love, but not something I feel I can help, and often it can be quite painful and fruitless. It’s like this thing, whatever it is, has chosen you, and not the other way around. It might inflict you with pain, but you almost come to enjoy it; you sort of accept it, embrace it, and maybe even thrive on it. It’s the context of someone addicted to someone or something else — where the power dynamics are skewed.”

After six years, three EPs, one album, countless shows and festivals across the globe, Communions is now led by Rehof brothers: Martin (vocals and guitar) and Mads (Bass) with “Splendour” still featuring the contributions of ex-bandmates Jacob van Deurs Formann (guitar) and Frederik Lind Köppen (drums).

Splendour

Lyrics

When fountains spring
Soak her in
With what you see
And what you say
And what you dream
Adorn despair
Happily lost
‘Cause you long to drop a dime into the depths
Of her wishing well
’Til your blood runs cold
Slightly ill with heightened sensibility
One with the mire
Your soul’s on fire
But you won’t sigh
And you won’t care
And you won’t cry

Behold her splendour
Her splendour
Every night

The more that people swarm
Around her face
The less her eyes resemble anyone
But you might feel
Chosen from
A crowd of lovers waiting at her door
Every night
For a chance to play
The game that’ll have them leaping in the grave
With emotions purged
And no sense of self
Spoken by a language not their own

Behold her splendour
Her splendour
Every night

You’re crushed under the weight
Of bubbling scum
And forms of things unknown
That flourish and fade
With hesitating lights
From distant planets
That’ll swallow you
And spit you out
Cupid’s slings
Have gone and made you blind
And wilfully oblivious
To the lurking pain behind each
Exquisite frame
You’re crushed under the weight
Of bubbling scum
And forms of things unknown
That flourish and fade
With hesitating lights
From distant planets
That’ll swallow you

Splendour
Her splendour