Articles by Matt Daniels
Hate deserve a standing ovation for this release due to its grit and ferocious transitional style, compelling themes and the damn savage nature of these ten auditory gut-blasts. One thing is for sure, don’t you dare reduce them to a mere comparison, this album has legs that’ll carry them into dominance. ‘Tremendum’ is a passionate and bold statement from a band redefining their Hate.
By the album’s end you’re dust, with eardrums suitably fucked up… and that’s really all you need from an album like this.
To say Nightbringer’s sound is distinctive is an understatement, no band on earth or in the depths sounds quite like them. With all the dread magnificence of the most chilling of bands and the revered flair of glory days Emperor, their sound is a sure-fire statement of diabolical intent making them formidable figures among the hordes.
It’s an intimate album and not just for its maker, the beauty of ‘Anomie’ and the essence of Violet Cold is that the album becomes intimate to you and I for whatever connective reasons may arise or just for the simple fact that it takes you off into a dream-like state. Whilst all of Violet Cold’s music may not be to your taste the simply wonderful thing about this project is that you can pick one that is.
This is music for the journeyman, invoking sights, sounds and smells of the bleak and downtrodden path of life, kicking up just the right amount of dust into your eyes as a sting of grimness. It’s music that tells of travelling from place to place with only a guitar slung over the shoulder and a bottle of whisky for company.
Suffocating, twisted, dripping with the darkest hues of grey… innovative and unconventional in the most grandiose of ways, ‘Kwintessens’ is a monstrous foray into the deep dark layers of one’s body, mind and soul, exposing your very essence for all its chaos to consume.
Cold and calculating, ‘Slaves of the Vast Machine’ moves with unrelenting force over its monolithic 45 minute runtime, with each minute passing fluidly and not in any way dawdling by. No filler all fucking killer.
This particular oddity sounds like the massacred nightmare of a meth-possessed madman whose fantasies of sex, drugs and metal mayhem furiously pound into one another as he froths at the mouth to produce one climax-inducing drug wank that’s just as messy and satisfying.
The inhuman nature of its themes is reflected in its music making it a faceless beast of an EP that puts the listener slap-bang in the midst of the situation, in darkness, in claustrophobia, in despair, where the only choices are abandon hope or persevere into the unknown.
Grim magic for the next generation of corpse-painters to bury themselves in.
It’s fleshed out metal with blood, sweat and tears as opposed to the usual grind produced by most of the bands out there today. Simply breathtaking.
Both pulsating with excitement and overwhelming darkness and yet claustrophobic with fear of an unknowing and foreboding future, ‘A Requiem For Terra’ hammers home its meaning with every note played. It’s a perfect vision of avant-garde and blackened metal licked with bleak and suffocating themes.
There is simply no band quite like Gnaw Their Tongues and the fact it is hard to pin down a definite genre shows that Mories continues to pioneer new ground and bring about fresh new horror to our ears.
This album is proof that we really shouldn’t have to expect anything from Anaal Nathrakh because they deliver consistently great material album after album, with a few surprises thrown in every time.