Dipsomania (2015) - Psychonaut 4

 

Dipsomania, released in 2015 by Georgian DSBM act Psychonaut 4, is a devastating, personal descent into the pit of addiction and self-annihilation. It's a record that doesn’t just flirt with despair—it inhabits it completely. Where their debut Have a Nice Trip hinted at inner collapse with theatrical melancholy, Dipsomania feels rawer, more direct, and painfully autobiographical. It sheds any notion of glamorized suffering and instead presents depression and addiction as they are: ugly, cyclical, and often terminal.

Tracklist:

1. Intro

2. Beware the Silence

3. Personal Forest

4. Don't Leave the Room

5. Pain Dealer

6. Alcoholism

7. Suicide Is Legal

8. We Will Never Find the Cure

9. How Much for the Hope?

10. Moldy

11. Eyes of a Homeless Dog

12. Personal Forest (S.D. Ramirez Version)

The opener sets the mood with eerie ambiance before collapsing into "Beware the Silence," which wraps existential dread in slow, piercing tremolo riffs and torn-throat screams. This isn't theatrical misery—it’s the scream of someone trying to claw their way out of their own mind.

"Personal Forest" and "Don't Leave the Room" are haunting meditations on isolation. The latter in particular evokes the numbness of apathy, the fading ability to even engage with the outside world. What makes this album hit harder than most DSBM is how often it reaches beyond vague depression and delivers pointed, vivid lyrics—alcohol isn’t a metaphor here. It’s the literal escape, the poison, the only friend left in "Alcoholism." When Graf screams about drinking and dying, you believe him. It's not romantic—it’s bitter, physical, and real.

"Suicide Is Legal" is one of the most infamous tracks in their discography, not just for its title but for how hauntingly calm it sounds. It’s not a cry for help, but the eerie acceptance of one’s own demise. And yet, even in these depths, there are moments of bleak beauty. "How Much for the Hope?" is practically ambient at points, drenched in synth textures and dissonance, like wandering through your own decaying memories.

"Moldy" and "Eyes of a Homeless Dog" bring the listener to the end of the line. There's nothing triumphant here, no redemptive arc. It’s as if the record becomes less structured the deeper it goes, mimicking the erosion of the self. The final version of “Personal Forest” is even more stripped-down, pulling us back into the same place we started—but worse.

Dipsomania isn't just another DSBM album. It's a document of destruction, a piece of bleak art that resonates with those who’ve ever tried to drown something inside them just to keep breathing. If you’ve ever sat in the dark, unsure whether you’re waiting to sleep or just disappear, this album understands that space. It doesn’t offer comfort—it just sits beside you in the same silence.