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This is my fiftieth review; I have almost always written about unreleased albums on Debaser.
Not today.
I am awaiting the arrival of the new work by With The Dead, a band created by Lee Dorrian from the ashes of Cathedral.
To stay on theme, it seems good and right (amen) to deal with Cathedral's debut full-length album.
The DOOM Word.
Lee has recently left Napalm Death; differences over the Death Metal shift led to an irreparable split.
He heads in a completely different musical direction. A morphine version of the Black Sabbath; the stifling heaviness of the early Black Sabbath is taken to the extreme. It makes the sound of the album even more gloomy, slow-paced, oppressive.
The only pleasure is suffering; listening to these unbearably slow sounds is a way of the cross that costs pain to confront. Even today as at the time of its release in December '91.
A melancholic and depressive work like no other; with a rotten and dark production.
Acoustic guitars and a flute in the introduction to the first track; slowly a dirty and cursed riff generated by Garry Jennings' electric six-string takes over for the remaining ten minutes of "Comiserating The Celebration."
There are still more than forty minutes of such sounds; a swamp of despair.
They would never again be able to replicate such icy peaks.
A true cornerstone that will point the way for hundreds of bands.
The image I chose is not the cover; I preferred to capture the band in a shot that needs no comments...A FUNERAL REQUEST...
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
02 Ebony Tears (07:47)
Together we have discovered the languid fatigue of love interrogated all our beauty we've turned
each other inside out. Drowning in Ebony Tears. The long face of cherrlessness the only bonding we
share enlightened by degredation the only pleasure is pain. Drowning in Ebony Tears. Embedded in
our resentment lay the keys to disengage but still we burn in persecution for the punishment of
possessiveness.
04 Soul Sacrifice (02:54)
Tortured self worth, abstracts of wrath, released from attachment human reaction. Muted unable to
realize images of your designs soul sacrifice a blessing to me, carve me from your memories. Deep
impressions my depths, worthless as each breath, worlds within words of half truth my fears of losing
you. I'll pour scorn from the lowest place colour fades from your face. Annihilation acceptance.
Paradox of self existence.
06 Equilibrium (06:08)
Lost in the battlefield of opposite extremes. I ponder on the embankment that stands in between the
monochrome and color entirety I see the beauty and chaos of fate and destiny. Stand in the balance
of forest equilibrium. Absorb every aspect of forest equilibrium. The fatality of optimism shall we not
embrace but evolve into the actual with grace. Outweigh the balance through excessive choice I
return to the wisdom of this equalateral place. Rebuild thy strength here in forest equilibrium.
Through irreligious choice in forest equilibrium. Through irreligious choice in forest equilibrium. Come
walk with me through violet smokescreens where both feet tread upon joys and agonies calm in all
we see, masters of destiny.
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