ALL MEN UNTO ME - REQUIEM *Pre-Order

All Men Unto Me is a project led by Rylan Gleave, composer and vocalist (most notably in Ashenspire and various Paraorchestra projects). Today, All Men Unto Me announces their second album Requiem, an album which re-imagines an ancient mourning in a real, contemporary setting.

Taking the broad emotional arcs of the Missa pro Defunctis, these structures pave way for new songs, ruminating on patriarchal power systems and the conditions of transmasculinity within these, through the haze of Queer reverence and forgiveness. In Rylan's words, the Missa pro Defunctis "translates to ‘Mass for the dead’, and refers to the Catholic text taken from the Roman Missal. When set to music, it is called a ‘Requiem’. Requiem masses are usually performed at funerals. I’ve sung in a few Requiems — Mozart, Fauré, Duruflé — when I’ve been in choirs, and felt those dramatic arcs of the structure in my own voice. Writing a Requiem felt like processing my own complex feelings about the Church, patriarchal power within it (and more broadly), and the death of a part of me in a framework that allowed for mourning. The contours of sorrow, light, forgiveness, and reverence made space for these songs to speak to my own identity as a survivor, and use that structure in a way that let me direct an ancient narrative myself."

Marrying traditional Anglican soundworlds of electro-pneumatic church organ and stacked choral vocals with heavier sounds, closer to experimental/noise rock and doom metal, Requiem sits at times near Swans, Kayo Dot, Lingua Ignota, Greet Death, and Scott Walker.

Today, All Men Unto Me shares the track "Sequentia", about which Rylan says; “Sequentia reflects on the Last Judgement, where souls are either delivered unto Heaven or cast into eternal flames. I wrote it from the point of view of trying on the crown, trying to feel that wrath, and that burning capability of violence toward someone who has deeply wounded you. It doesn’t work for me. It’s a far cry from how I understand myself and my anger. At the peak of this journey, Sequentia tips over the edge in a prayer to feel alive, to feel anything other than the weight of this decision. The only emotion left is grief. I can’t answer what justice looks like. There is no satisfaction or righteousness or sanctity. And there is no easy forgiving.”