Orthodox
Amanecer En Puerta Oscura

I am fortunate that I also enjoy death metal.

"Also" in the sense that I cannot understand those who only and exclusively listen to Malevolent Creation and Vader, nor do I get those who, by principle, have never listened to Obituary or Morbid Angel thinking they produce noise and not music. What does all this have to do with anything? It matters because above this Orthodox CD coming from Spain there was a label that announced: "Death Metal". Well, they have absolutely nothing to do with death metal.

We are faced with a majestic work in its gloominess, already from the first track "Con Sangre De quien Te Ofenda" you can perceive the sick experimentation that you will encounter throughout the album's duration. Strange and dispersive to be just doom, gloomy to be just jazz, complicated and dissonant to be post-rock. The pauses that cut through the guitar shrieks are nightmares embedded in the music, the finale with trumpet and clarinet a strange macabre joke.

Heavy is the guitar introduction to "Mesto, Rigido E Cerimoniale", which drags itself laboriously through its 9 exasperating minutes, while it is only in the third "Solemne Triduo" that the voice is heard for the first time. A weak, disjointed voice, which gets lost sucked into the noise vortex of the 6 strings and the hypnotic sound of the bass.

The Seville trio rides the secular emphasis on which they build their rarefied and obsessive atmospheres, a Christian spirituality that makes its way through paganism and mixes with the blood that will lead religion to embody sin and guilt.

Delightfully desolate is the title track where a wind of death blows slowly, chilling "Puerta Osario" with its 2 minutes of violated piano, and then we reach the infinite "Templos", 15 minutes of ordeal where the instruments are merely unhealthy and distant omens that accompany us towards the imminent end.

And the end comes ruthlessly with "Parte II: Apegeum", the second episode of the album where the voice appears, a sick cameo in a painful swamp of distortions that continues tormentingly until it devours itself.

Musical anguish made poetry.

Allow yourself to be embraced by the 7 tracks of "Amanecer En Puerta Oscura".