I Speak The Truth, Yet With Every Word Uttered, Thousands Die by Gnaw Their TonguesRelease date: April 3, 2020
Label: Consouling Sounds
The Dutch nightmare maker Mories has returned with another damned creation from main vessel Gnaw Their Tongues, a solo project both feared and respected in the world of dark music. The new album, I Speak The Truth, Yet With Every Word Uttered, Thousands Die, is quite the mouthful for his newest abomination.
It seems Mories has unleased this album at a fitting time amidst the despair and death that is ravaging our world and from the macabre deathly buzz of the opening moments of the first and title track it is evident that Mories wants to bring the plague to our ears. Beneath the hum a chorus of sickening voices utter violent words under a cacophonous orgy of unpleasantness, which swarms like countless flies around rancid meat. It’s an unsettling and simple way to kick off the album but drives the horror forward into the equally discordant high frequency terror of ‘Purity Coffins’, a track so foreboding and dense with the anxiousness of fear it will conjure images of all the dreaded cruelty the darkness could throw at you.
‘White Void Black Wounds’ is the albums monster and most fucked-up track, raging from the start with chaotic anti-blasts pummelled onto dead flesh that usher in a circus of crazed atrocities. It’s a beast of a track, inaudible at times and beautifully so, building to a rampant and mind-flaying climax. ‘To Rival Death In Beauty’ and further down the line ‘A Sombre Gesture In The Feint Light Of Dusk’ serve as brief respite to the audial battering but are no less harrowing in their bleakness, especially in the electronically altered vocals and haunting soundbytes of the latter. ‘Abortion Hymn’ provides more ferocity with its downtuned groan of guitars and shattering distorted ambience. The echoes of angered screams and vomiting bellow from the silence that follows a crazed and sudden mid-section of rhythmic pounding.
There is a sense of pestilence and choking atmosphere to Mories latest work, and indeed all of it. Textures are built like layers of filth upon walls of unrelenting noise to form a soundtrack of decay and abhorrence. Mories glorifies misery and has made it an art form, compacting endless terrifying soundscapes with lashings of primal bruising rage. To endure the eternal horrors that Mories vomits forth takes guts as these albums are not easy listening. It’s akin to stomaching a truly vile horror movie, it may make you nauseous but you can’t bear to not finish it. Whilst this release is not as petrifying or traumatic as All The Dread Magnificence Of Perversity or even as dripping black as Abyss Of Longing Throats, I Speak The Truth, Yet With Every Word Uttered, Thousands Die is its own creature of discomfort. Mories never fails to surprise.