Review Summary: That's the way the cookie crumbles.
About two years ago, I took the final exam of my studies. Hot days, cold beers, friends, and music awaited me. After the exam, I went straight on a bus and watched the 8th episode of Twin Peaks: The Return while riding towards a music festival. I watched the atomic bomb go off and create the evil of Lynch’s universe while the broad daylight obscured the finer cinematic details and bus-noises pushed Dean Hurley’s sounds into the background. It all murked together and only weeks later, after several re-watches, I would start to appreciate this episode.
With Krypts, and their newest album Cadaver Circulation, it is just the opposite. If you are familiar these Finnish gentle(cave)men and their cavernous sound, you know what I mean. Sometimes, the reverberating murkiness and the melting-pot-of-sound-approach used by Krypts and others can, despite the obscuring of individual sounds and elements, make the entire package more frightening and exhilarating than the combined individual parts. Atmosphere is deliberately created.
When I arrived at the festival, I ate a single weed cookie. About an hour later, after much hardship and many tribulations including ineffective cellular communication and carrying several cases of beers and camping gear, I arrived at our camp. During the usual formalities (hugs, setting up my tent, beer-bongs, and so on) I started feeling the crumble. The sun was shining and I had another beer. I sat down and my friends wanted to play a song for me. They were hyped. It was a Foo Fighters song: A version of “Best of You” looping the words “The best” throughout pretty much the entire song. I died of laughter, was resurrected some minutes later, but then died of laughter again. Today, I still find myself with a smurky grin when Foo Fighters somehow, in mystical and unintentional ways, manages to hit my ear canals.
With Krypts, and their newest album Cadaver Circulation, it is just the same. If you are familiar these Finnish gentle(cave)men and their cavernous sound, you know what I mean. Sometimes, well-written and -executed death metal with murk and atmosphere in spades that doesn’t overstay it’s welcome can bring out that smurky grin again. Krypts does just that while also making heads bang.
That is the way Krypt’s cookie crumbles. And that is definitely worth cherishing and celebrating.
