Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Vlad Cristea Vales is a productive Czech musician (having started in 2004, he has released 11 demos, 5 albums, 2 splits, and a compilation album) who specializes in impenetrating, strongly reverberated and monotonic soundtrack to obsequies - in genuine funeral doom. His discography is a collection of nineteen similar-looking pieces of incurable sorrow - it is really difficult to distinguish his releases one from the other. But notwithstanding this, all of them deserve a bit of your close attention.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Steven Hoffman lives in Indiana. He creates and records rocky, sometimes ragged, sometimes viscous sludge doom, with a lot of inclusions of hardcore and stains of stoner rock. In the year of the white rabbit he released his first disk - a three song EP, which he vigorously promote in every possible social network - on Last.fm, Bandcamp.com, Myspace. It's free to download, of course. The artwork is created by himself. He plays the bass, with his guitar he creates tenacious riffs, savouring of oriental spirit, lead passages and other sounds without which no one decent sludge release can do. Very unexpectedly, taking into account his constitution, he vigorously roars into his mike something about sludge. We had an oppotunity to ask him a couple of questions, concerning his music, his views on some issues. Here are his answers to our questions.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Ankhagram is a project of the cheerful Russian guy called Dead. This chap really believes that only doom metal can fully convey the fatality and hollowness of a human life and let us feel the cold and void surrounding us. And he will make you believe it, at least while you are listening to his music.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Uden - Uden
To write a review on an ambient project is something like to describe the smell of, say, a rose. At least for me. It's pretty easy to find some adjective describing it, but to analyze it and make your readers get to know what they should expect from this album - well it would be much better if you just visit the Bandcamp page of this project and listen to it yourself.
And yes - in this case this adjective is "cosmic".
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Methuselah - The Sleeper in the AbyssStacheldraht:
Weird music. It can put bodily and unexplainable fear into your heart, like works by H.F.Lovecraft do. You won't even understand which of the host of ponderous phrases frightened you most. That's the music of the eternal fall into a fathomless well with no walls at all, and the surrounding darkness is full of Soggoths. Music that you hear in your nightmares, but awakening is much more frightening. Weird music.
This act is probably the very first ambient\doom work in my life which I can call eclectic. Well, it is eclectic after all, I think. The album starts with mild and soft ambient intro that shrouds you and to which some kind of oriental voices are later on added (actually I don't know for sure what these weird sounds are, so let them just be voices, huh). Minimalistic passages, thin drums and sounds of some kind of string ensembles reminding of neo-classic pieces, whisperings, growlings, other kinds of bla-bla-bla and a pinch of pianoes. Dark, gloomy, unusual, eclectic and, yes, a bit oriental - that, probably, would be the words to describe this album.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
This time we were talking with Stigmatheist, an adherent of meditative depressing doom. His music made us add to the conversation a pinch of theatrics. We hope this pinch is not too large.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Urban Junior - Warm, Southern, Weaten Music, Drenched in Crimson Light of Setting Sun, Soaked in Pinewood Smoke, Music Exuding Southern Rythms of Blood Red... Stop Woffling! Let's Ah Ah Ah Ah and Dance!
Believe In Nothing - The 28th Day
Sandra Emmerich's one-woman-project, performing slow, droning, monotonous music significantly influenced by the early Satyricon. But it's better to say deeply soaked in Satyricon's atmosphere - the spirit of Dark Medieval Times imbues the whole record. Minimum of lofty synths - they open and close the drop-curtain of the album and their role is limited by this - we won't meet them during the listening any more. The main characters are Sandra and her guitar, that fills this short and undeniably tragic play with meditative and at the same time rough riffs. The secondary characters are the drums, measured and thin, and angelic voice that bemoans the wings lost for a dream that turned to be a fake. Everithing is performed and recorded so negligently that it just adds some charm to the music and does not spoil the impression. This work definitely deserves to be listened to.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
There is very few information about this reticent project in the web. But we know something for certain. We know that this music is like a stodgy larva slowly weightin' you down, and below, and infra then beneath. We know that the voice sounds like a wail muffled by the thickness of the prejudice and the common sense which tied by the environment; it's like a wail breaking away anything and anyone. That's all we know. More truly - almost all.