Band name makes
little sense (if any). Check.
There are at least three or four tracks with mysterious name. Check.
The cover is really, really dark and obscure. Check.
The band comes from a fairly exotic place and has a cult status in that exotic
place. Check.
The album is the hammer. Check.
This, boys and girls, is doom very much as I like it! I love Candlemass too, but
this is the darker and deeper version of doom. This is where doom and death
metal come together, a growling vocal together with a doomy pace.
This is gloom and atmosphere, this is slow headbanging the whole night with your
feet firmly placed wide apart on the floor right in front of a monitor that is
turned up far too loud. This is a growl in the face of those who don't
understand that life is also pain and anguish, and that we also need a
soundtrack for the slow, grinding pain.
For me, this album went right to the gut. Great stuff. Nothing more, nothing
less.
Doomed thou shalt be. My thanks travel across the ocean to Mythological Cold
Towers.
