Reviewing cds of unusual and extreme genres is never easy.
But that’s nothing new, the more extreme, the more controversy you will gain and the fewer followers you will get. But this is not always bad, cause some may like the experiment, some people are willing to look outside the boundaries laid by music for thousands of years. To kick of, this music isn’t for everyone and I’ve come across enough people who didn’t even want to call this music.
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The band named after the amp continue and bring us, their third effort.
The minimalist title of this album expresses the feel of this album. Minimalist is an awesome word for this genre, cause most of the time, there isn’t much going on. One or two down tuned guitars playing the same riff over and over again, maybe some simple drums or some tormented screams, but that’s it. That’s basically the formula of drone. This doesn’t mean they don’t like to experiment, on the opposite, they experiment a lot. Few other genres use their instruments, or abuse, just how you want to call it in such way and you’ll be amazed what kind of sounds they create.
I shall use the mere 3 song titles of this album to give you an idea of what to expect. Yes, you heard me right, 3 songs, the shortest clocking in at 15:32, the others are looooooonger.
The Gates Of Ballard.
A Shaving Of The Horn That Speared You.
My Wall, this song actually has lyrics, so you think this song is more accessible?
Prepare to be disappointed. My Wall, a well chosen name for a drone song and it gives you a good feel of the album. The album starts and you have the feeling of standing in a desolate landscape with a huge black wall in the middle. You want to climb over this wall, but there’s not starting really. This is my wall, my burden, not a single crack or foothold to be found. The sound and feel is just immense. Every thought you had of climbing over this wall is in vain, it’s no use. After hours of trying you sit down against this wall and wait for this wall to crumble. You wait for the end, or at least, for a change. Not a change, just the constant flow of dark, suffocating clouds flowing over you and the wall. After a few days your water bottle is empty and you feel yourself getting weaker. You’re starting to hallucinate, you see a gate in the wall. The Gates of Ballard. Weak as you are you walk towards it, but you’re not hallucinating, it’s real, but it’s just as big and heavy as the wall. All of the sudden you see a lever, a way to open this gate and regain freedom and leave this morbid world? With all strength you push the lever, it’s heavy, you’re weak, you haven’t eaten for days. Thoughts of dying here on this side of the wall pass through your mind. You don’t want to die here, you wouldn’t wish this upon your worst enemy. With all strength left you push the lever and it moves. With a massive sound the gate opens. You walk towards the entrance hoping that you will go back to your own world, or heaven, or something, but instead, you walk in to more darkness. On the other side of this wall there is nothing, just like on the other side. You scream at the top of your longs, the sound fades away in seconds, you want to die. All of the sudden you feel a sharp pain and look towards your chest. There’s a huge horn, you’re pierced by this huge horn. All this time you thought you were alone, but no, there’s a huge beast there and you’re pierced by his horns. You feel the blood pouring down the horns and your life fading away. You loose consciousness and die, into darkness and nothingness you die….alone.
I think this sums up the cd. It’s huge, it’s massive, it’s impenetrable, it drains you, it’s not of this world. This very dark cd is great and filled with tons of creepy ambience, especially on A Shaving Of The Horn That Speared You. My description might make you think it’s not music, it’s more than music, it’s a sound experience. This album is excellent, and succeeds in creating an unbelievable atmosphere. Cold, harsh and dark.
This cd deserves a :