Continuing our quiet conversation about music, I cannot overlook another gem from the memento mori album. I am referring, of course, to aurum by GorillaSoundz. This artist has long ceased to surprise with his mastery, as his works have become an unspoken benchmark for production quality. I am accustomed to expecting only the highest standard from him—and I consistently receive what I seek.
In my previous reflections on the album’s title track, I made many assumptions regarding GorillaSoundz’s philosophical concept, connecting death (memento mori) with the enjoyment of life. In the composition aurum, the title does not allude as directly to the meaning, yet the search for this hidden significance becomes part of the pleasure itself. I will try to find it, even if my conclusion turns out to be solely my personal, introspective feeling.
Listening to aurum, you instantly feel a wave of comfort enveloping you. The track begins with the album’s characteristic “calling card”—the introductory drums that immediately immerse you in instrumental delight. This is an instantaneous dive into a warm, embracing bass and soft beats. Accompanied by a gentle, barely audible pad and flute, you are carefully led toward the intoxicating melody of the saxophone. This is a true orchestra for the soul: guitar strings and light, breath-like touches of piano notes (or perhaps electric piano). The soft taps on the hi-hats, like sparks, add richness and justify this golden title. When the sound fades, and the light strikes of the conga drums accompany the pause, you are pulled back, more consciously this time, into this flow of pleasure under the clear guidance of the saxophone part.
It is in this, I believe, that the true meaning of this work lies: it is a reminder of the necessity to simply enjoy this immaterial richness. In the eternal pursuit of material gold, we risk losing far more—that which enriches our spiritual experience. aurum is a reminder that our gold (of which, by the way, there is an uncountable amount in the universe) is not in bank vaults, but in those moments of profound inner peace gifted to us by music (which perhaps exists only on our planet).
