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© Bogdan Dobrescu

Mauna Sol
© Viviana Costan Moiseanu
What is the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the words “The Calling”? For some, it may be the distant echo of a forgotten road, a voice from a place abandoned long ago, where only dust and memory still keep watch. For others, it may be the whisper that arrives in the dead of night, when silence grows heavy and the masks worn through daily life begin to crack. A calling is seldom a gentle thing. More often, it is a debt that must be paid, a summons that cannot be ignored, whether it leads towards salvation or ruin.
For the members of Romanian post-black metal act Mauna Sol, those two words carry a different burden. “The Calling” follows the reflections of a self-imposed hermit who abandons the familiar world in pursuit of rebirth. Through the songs of the album, he recounts a painful process of self-destruction, a symbolic suicide of identity enacted beneath the merciless gaze of a hostile desert. The old self must perish so that something new may emerge from the dust. It is neither a triumphant transformation nor an easy redemption. In a few words, it is an ordeal measured in solitude, suffering, and the slow shedding of everything once believed to define a man.
Such paths are easy enough to describe from afar. Walking them, however, is another matter entirely. Before judging whether the members of the group could give substance to such ambitions, it is worth returning to the first time their music crossed my path.
Several years ago, I heard the artists perform live for the first time and came away with the impression that they possessed genuine potential. More importantly, it felt like the sort of potential that, if nurtured properly, could one day yield a truly strong album.
Of course, as with all worthwhile things, time demanded its due. “The Calling” finally arrived on 15 May 2026 through Loud Rage Music. Before experiencing the album live at Quantic [Bucharest, Romania], I decided to spend some time with it at home, allowing its songs to settle and reveal their character before committing a few thoughts to paper.
Among the Bones of Yesterday
The debut album from the musicians of Mauna Sol contains eight tracks, each contributing another fragment to the larger narrative that unfolds across the record. Nothing feels rushed or misplaced. Instead, the songs advance with purpose, like milestones set along a road whose destination remains obscured by heat, dust and distance.
The pilgrimage begins with “A New Life”, a shorter piece than those that follow, yet one that leaves an immediate impression. As its title readily suggests, it marks the first steps towards the reconstruction of a shattered self, the moment when the old identity is abandoned and the foundations of something new begin to take shape.
Such a theme demands momentum, and “A New Life” delivers it in abundance. The track possesses an energetic pulse that immediately pushes the album forward. During its opening moments, one could easily mistake it for a straightforward black metal composition. Yet the further the song unfolds, the more its progressive tendencies begin to reveal themselves.
The track features strong vocal and instrumental sections, as well as solos that stay in your mind after it ends.
And there is something else that remains once the music ends: the lyrics. I do not remember the act of breaking free being described so precisely. It feels like the band members’ emotions played an important role in their creation.
But every rebirth is threatened by temptation. It has always been so, since the beginning of time. I imagine that is why the members of Mauna Sol felt that the placement of the track “Temptation” comes immediately after “A New Life”.
With a longer duration than the opening composition, “Temptation” brings new nuances to the album. It is a piece focused heavily on atmosphere, in which the vocal and instrumental elements blend in harmony.


