Monolord
Vænir

Low frequencies and relative speeds have always been constant elements among my listening, but this year promises a particularly interesting autumn for similar events, so I'm starting to calibrate my ears a bit. For Monolord, we'll have to wait until the end of October, and I didn't know this Vænir: I plugged it in today and ended up like the beast on the cover; I hope to get out of the pond tonight.

It's likely that if I'm here writing a couple of nonsense things, it's partly the fault of the second half of the album, although this is a nice collection of obese doom riffs in general. First of all, because it contains at least one track that really kicks up a dust cloud, followed by an interlude reminiscent of a Sabbathian Solitude interpreted by a Les Claypool of the Frog Brigade: a somewhat colorful comparison to describe an album with a mood that is actually quite oppressive.

Died A Million Times
The Cosmic Silence

The seventeen minutes of the concluding Vaenir exemplify the album, a block carved in dark matter and orchestrated by a space rock singing that refracts distortions of certain Electric Wizard. A doom that bases its persistent cadence in the groove, made extremely dense by the psychedelic distortions of the riffs with some nostalgic clean sections. Beautiful, but also beautifully prolix, which perhaps makes it suitable only for the cardholders.

Anyway, I'll probably keep a few pebbles from the pond with me.

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