Comprised largely of Mike VanPortfleet and Tara Vanflower, who have become the heart and soul of Lycia, this band 's original sound was never duplicated because, quite simply, music this complex cannot be duplicated without being torn apart at the seams and inspected by the children of our souls. What Lycia could do in terms of misted introspection requires an immensity of effort, an effort that even worked at the fabric of Lycia.

With VanPortfleet's grasp and control of the eerie components of his instruments and Tara's incredibly floating ethereal voice, Lycia becomes a whole creature that knows the clothed and hidden parts of our lives because it has lived them.

The work of Empty Space is embryonic because it is a return to the genesis of Lycia, a back pedal to the rhythmed pulse of a heart that refuses to die and yet won't wake up. Called the final release from Lycia, Empty Space reveals a yearning to become a happier entity if even for fleeting moments. Its rawness is exhilarating despite the fact that it is an unfinished work.

With cascading guitars and whispered lyrics, Empty Space explores the past with stop-overs for Estrella and Cold. Where Cold was iced fear in a limitless and vast arctic spread, Empty Space is a thawing place with shafts of sunlight breaking through the battleship grey clouds. The tap, tap, tap that begins "Not Here, Not Anywhere" lurches into a fast and happy merge of a trip that culminates in extinction. It has the feel of a knowledgeable run to a void that subtracts. Perhaps fitting in that Lycia plans no more music as Lycia thus a run into an unknowing void.

I'm especially intrigued by "You Can Never Go Home Again" as the title suggests, rightfully so, that once you're away, the home you return to has indelibly changed and is no longer home. You're relegated to grasping at wispy remembrances that are almost there but can never be intimately held and cherished again.

Tara is first heard in a beautifully sung song that is amongst their best short song efforts. "Persephone" offers the signature Lycia sound while her vocals explore pop styled tones. Her ability to effectively capture a moment as heard on "Persephone" is talent. The song is extraordinary in its presentation.

The album ends with "This is the End", a deliberate finish to a great band who would finish on their own terms. The song itself is nicely structured work with the haunting "I remember..." The rest of Empty Space is pure Lycia with its hands dipped in the heart of Estrella as can be heard by "Bloody Basin" in comparison to Estrella's "El Diablo".

Lycia's music is the soundtrack of the spirit. Lycia's ability to explore the full psychology of our hope, dreams, depressions, and disappointments is extraordinary. Lycia itself is the unexplored beauty of humanity and its frightened child. And while Empty Space may not represent their best work, it nevertheless is a necessary visitation of their existence and a glimpse into their own hopes and dreams.