In the same year (1992) that Paradise Lost released Shades Of God, and Anathema were taking their first steps in the underground scene, My Dying Bride, the second important name in the Albion Doom/Death scene to release an album (again for Peaceville), released their first full-length As The Flower Withers, a still immature but indicative work of what would be the evolution of the dying bride's sound. To avoid any misunderstanding, it must be said right away that thirteen years ago, Aaron Stainthorpe's band sounded decidedly different.
After the orchestral intro Silent Dance, the first true song presented to us is the first, legendary (and too often forgotten) version of Sear Me. The melody is very similar to the version on Turn Loose The Swans with the difference that the track is entirely electric and accompanied by Aaron's growl. The song does not shy away from tricky accelerated breaks only to return to very slow sections clearly inspired by Cathedral and less epic Candlemass. Nonetheless, a masterpiece. The third track changes the tone significantly. The Forever People, lasting only 4 minutes (compared to an average of 8 per song), represents another classic of the English band, still performed live as a concert closer.
The reason isn’t hard to guess, the song is very fast (for the band's standards) and engaging, supported by frequent and sudden accelerations that make it a much more effective song live (see the DVD "For Darkest Eyes").
Then comes The Bitterness And The Bereavement, a decidedly more doom-oriented track, slow, rhythmic, and dark just right.
Vast Choirs, the fifth track of the record, is the most peculiar. Here Doom practically goes out the window as influences from Death, Obituary, and early Bathory take over. The track is a real shard shot at unheard-of speeds. The voice descends into the deepest and most cavernous growl and throughout the entire eight minutes of the track, there is not a moment of respite. The result is annihilating, an authentic masterpiece of malice set to music.
But the best comes with The Return Of The Beautiful, endless and tormented.
The track alternates various passages of different nature, yet linked by an underlying oppressive discomfort with no way out.
Absolutely terrifying is Aaron Stainthorpe's vocal performance, still in growl, inserting sadistic laughter here and there (like the one on the words "She Gives Herself To Me", I would say there's no need for comments) and disturbing. Every comment on the lyrics is superfluous, you must read it because it's impossible to describe how unsettling and disturbing it is. Musically, the track unravels over eight slow and dark minutes, then gives way to terrifying sounds in the ninth minute of the song that seem like a woman's harrowing screams. Finally, in the last two minutes, very fast partitions follow. The track closes as it began, like a funeral march, very sad and tormented. The album closes with another fast track, Erotic Literature, to be honest, quite anonymous but still of a good level.
Without a doubt, As The Flower Withers is a difficult and extremely heavy album, probably unlistenable for those unfamiliar with the genre.
However, thirteen years after its release, it remains something incredible. In fact, although the concept of extreme in the Metal field has gone far beyond in the last decade, oppressive discomfort and despair like this you will hardly find elsewhere, if not in other albums by this legend called My Dying Bride...
Tracklist and Lyrics
05 Vast Choirs (08:15)
Burdens of grief that weigh against me
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
Your kinds heart now pines
For whom the gods love dies young
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
The sadness I present, smiles with tears
Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
And wars abhorred by mothers
No man lives so poor as he was born
We don't remember pure sensations
Gaze peacefully into the past
I am dust , and to dust I shall return
Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
Devour my sad whimperings
The cutting whip is mine to feel
No symphony in mind to colour my dreams
Poena damni
Sorrow everywhere
Please pray for me
When deep sleep falls on men
Father hold me
I am yours to bear
Ad te
In the play which he has written for the world
Night is the mother of sleep
Old age is a malady of which one dies
Augury of a better age
Sages as far as the beard
Their wounds smelled so sweetly
Temptation, the father of my lust
Chalcedony shines like the new born
Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs
Splendid was the innocentcs fall
Laugh to scorn would our foe
Amid wars laws are silent
Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
Falls the labrious memory of pain
In the rich upheavel of vast choirs
Death shall flee from me
Misericordium et judicium
Adhoest pavimento
AD te levavi ocolus meos
Verba mea auribus
07 Erotic Literature (05:11)
The fantastic weight of oceans
Cathedrals of immense awe
The brilliance of erotic literature
Enlightment of the whore
Marvel at the hanging gardens
The liars, faint with greed
Sorrow at the wailing wall
The mindless of their knees
Lord, my flesh is tired
Almighty soothsayer
Lead me by the mind
Through halls so...
The truth of the Lord endureth forever
Marvellous in our eyes
I cannot die
There is none to comfort me
Mine enemies have heard my trouble
Leave me in my misery
Enjoy the darkness
The fantastic weight of oceans
Cathedrals of immense awe
The brilliance of erotic literature
Enlightment of the whore
Marvel at the hanging gardens
The liars, faint with greed
Sorrow at the wailing wall
The mindless of their knees
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