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Ingurgitating Oblivion – Ontology of Nought Review

By Dear Hollow

I’ve spent over twenty hours with Ontology of Nought, trying to learn the German Ingurgitating Oblivion’s method in the madness. I’m still lost. I’m still stumbling blindly through the dead ends, the hairpin turns, the ominous spires, and the high walls that enclose its labyrinth, attempting to discover its light but knowing that it will only be by chance if I do. I cannot find a pattern, a clue, or an architectural basis anywhere. It’s blind memorization and utter void of context, and I have never been so baffled and intrigued by something calling itself death metal.

The lack of reference makes Ontology of Nought such a difficult album to score. Laced dissonance, choppy rhythms, blackened death intensity, and technical arpeggios, tied together with spoken word, a haunting atmosphere, and vicious noise, avant-garde veterans Ingurgitating Oblivion1 somehow avoids sounding like the trademarks of any of the bands who use them. Their first album in seven years consists of five tracks spanning nearly an hour and fifteen minutes, the eighteen-minute closer divided into three movements. It shifts patiently, organically, but with the intention and direction of the blind leading the blind. Ingurgitating Oblivion constructs Ontology of Nought not as a collection of highlights and riffs, but as a sonic labyrinth composed of mile-high walls, experimental twists, jagged spires, and brutal nihilism.

Disjointedly, Ingurgitating Oblivion recalls acts like Serocs, Coma Cluster Void, and Flourishing, a fusion of dissonant, blackened, and avant-garde death metal, sprawled together with ambiance and murky songwriting – however, Ontology of Nought is a free jazz expedition a la Sun Ra or Peter Brötzmann at heart. Opener “Uncreation’s Whirring Loom You Ply with Crippled Fingers” sets the tone with a haunting ambiance, interspersed by nearly mathcore-inspired marbled rhythms and manic drumming and featuring wild jazzy solos. The suffocating sprawl of noise and dissonance gives “To Weave the Tapestry of Nought” a dangerous grin atop its cantankerous rhythms, and the crescendos of lush ambiance, cumbersome keys, and clean vocals are downright haunting and strangely infectious. The women’s choir of “Lest I Should Perish with Travel, Effete and Weary, as My Knees Refuse to Bear Me Thither” shines through this tapestry of noise, interspersed by blackened death bomb explosions. Closer “The Barren Earth Oozes Blood, and Shakes and Moans, To Drink Her Children’s Gore” is a tour-de-force of spidery keys, unhinged drumming and sick riffs, epic solos, crawling leads, scathing noise, and crystalline ambiance, an eighteen-minute behemoth with which Ingurgitating Oblivion will test your patience and your sanity in some of the best ways, the patience of prior tracks stricken to the bone.

It’s easy to draw comparisons to Midnight Odyssey or Swallow the Sun in Ontology of Nought’s challenging runtime, but at least those atmoblack and melodeath/doom legends have shreds of consistency. Ingurgitating Oblivion shifts dramatically across each song’s ten-to-nineteen-minute track-lengths in ways that rob distinctiveness in favor of an ever-changing amorphousness, leaving memorability by the wayside. Most damning is centerpiece “The Blossoms of Your Tomorrow Shall Unfold in My Heart,” which lacks the oomph or highlight to stand out amid the crushing sea of experimentalisms and jarring shifts, compared to the haunting “To Weave…” and the actualized clarity of “Lest I Should Perish…” It’s ultimately small potatoes, however, because despite the myriad spins, I still cannot seem to wrap my head around Ontology’s shifting sands of jarring tonal and musical changes. This makes Ingurgitating Oblivion almost entirely inaccessible, requiring an obscene amount of concentration – in an inherently difficult style – for an asinine amount of time. In the spirit of free jazz, Ontology of Nought feels nearly entirely improvised, so it’s difficult to tell if its insanity is a puzzle worth solving or an empty pretentious pursuit.

When I started listening to Ingurgitating Oblivion, I was reading “The Library of Babel” by Jorge Luis Borges – and the comparisons fit. While the short story about infinite numbers of identically structured hexagons and books clashes with the insane apparent randomness coursing through Ontology of Nought, the lesson remains the same: the choice of purpose in the minute or despair in the infinite. How each listener approaches this album will differ, as the experimentalism is maddening and the runtime is extravagant. The sounds contained herein are unlike any others, with intensity, experimentalism, and organicity playing an infinite sonic game of chess worthy of both shudder and intrigue. Listen to it once – replay mileage will vary.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Willowtip Records
Websites: ingurgitatingoblivion1.bandcamp.com | ingurgitating-oblivion.de | facebook.com/IngurgitatingOblivionOfficial
Releases Worldwide: September 27th, 2024

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Lascar – Equinox Flower Review

By Dear Hollow

Ah, my old friend. We look upon our very first reviews fondly, as opportunities for meditation and embarrassment alike as we grow older and just plain old. Six years ago, for my first assignment as a meek n00b (10), I was assigned to Chilean post-black act Lascar and its third full-length Wildlife. It was, uh, not a good experience. The biggest gripe was its obvious paper-thin Deafheaven worship, pretty ambient post-rock passages copied and pasted atop milquetoast blastbeats and shrieks, which gave it an ultimately disingenuous feel that undermined the post-black necessity for emotional connection. Mastermind Gabriel Hugo wasn’t a one-and-done, no sir, as his 2023 side project Voidmilker’s trver and rawer black metal attack offered meager redemption. Time has passed, so how will Equinox Flower fare?

Hugo has not been sitting on his hands; although Wildlife was the first release sent to our humble establishment, it was the third full-length and there have been three(ish) full-lengths and two EP’s since its 2018 release.1 In Hugo’s defense, Lascar has taken a more streamlined approach. Instead of a stark contrast between the heart-wrenching and the blackened attack, Equinox Flower feels more dynamic and balanced. While atmosphere is first and foremost, as you’d expect from myriad post-black acts, its more diminished chord progressions and fusion of lush ambiance and heavier black metal instrumentation set it above Lascar’s history. Old habits die hard, but Equinox Flower is a better album than I ever expected from this act.

The streamlined approach works for Lascar’s aesthetic better, that while Equinox Flower’s first priority is melody and beauty, it does awkwardly juxtapose it with black metal but rather fuses them. As such, the four tracks here are given more opportunity to flow and breathe, effectively utilizing its atmosphere in place of hooks, while the blackened attack gives it needed momentum. Also useful is that Hugo seems to have taken a more depressive approach not unlike Naxen or Austere which doesn’t undermine its blackened thrust while more diminished chord progressions and melodies recall Evilfeast or Midnight Odyssey. More long-form tracks do the album a fair amount of good, because while the atmospheric bombast felt rushed and muddled in Wildlife, Equinox Flower effectively balances, with a fairer production and mixing blueprint to go by, each of Lascar’s instruments given its due.2

Case in point, closer “Late Autumn” feels like a very solid black metal song complete with melodic tremolo, double bass, and blastbeats as a backbone while the soaring ambiance serves as a transcendent motif that enhances the nature-based vibe. The opening title track and “Early Spring” also utilize memorable hooks and passages of tranquility to provide an organicity that was sorely lacking in the stiff and unyielding Wildlife. In fact, aside from listener stylistic choices, third track “Floating Weeds” is the only track with issues. Existing as the only cut without lulling passages, the overwhelming synth hook gets incredibly old incredibly fast as the track length backfires. Of course, Lascar remains post-black or blackgaze or whatever, and an extremely triumphant version of it, the more subtle atmospheres of Wolves in the Throne Room or Alcest be damned, and thus listeners who are expecting more subtlety will be disappointed by the (albeit better) post-black bombast.

When I was alerted of Lascar’s new album, I sighed heavily, expecting the pretty and paper-thin shenanigans of Wildlife from my fledgling years to rear their ugly pretty heads. However, thanks to a more organic songwriting and safer utility of melody and ambiance, Equinox Flower turned out to be a surprisingly pleasant experience. It’s still stubbornly post-black with all the warts and bombast you expect, but channeled into a far more productive form. Sorry for ever doubting you, Lascar. Keep improving, you glorious bastard you.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Tragedy Productions
Websites: lascar.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/lascarmusic
Releases Worldwide: June 7th, 2024

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Svneatr – Never Return Review

By Dear Hollow

2021’s Chinook was an impressive feat. While Vancouver’s Svneatr is undeniably second-wave, the album showcased and established a formidable blend of melody and riffage in a package wrapped in the tightly wound razor-wire frigidity you expect from black metal – reminiscent of Master’s Hammer or Vredehammer. Tracks like “Lavender,” “The Wind Stirs,” and “The Veins of the Earth” were some of the best tracks in the style that year with this dueling style, benefited by a rougher DIY aesthetic, even if some movements were lost in the fold. After three years, we are graced with Chinook’s follow-up, Never Return.

Never Return finds Svneatr embracing its roots while also dabbling in more stark experimentation. The theme revolves around environmentalism and capitalism’s vicious consequences, that in a way, humanity can “never return” to its prior glory. Weaponizing trademark riffs to a predictably vicious degree, the act finds its sweet spot, while utilizing a more melodic dueling guitar attack reminiscent of Rotting Christ or Dissection. However, questionable is Svneatr’s newfound incorporation of industrial textures, classical instruments, choirs, and clean vocals. This makes Never Return feel a bit drawn and quartered in too many directions, that while its signature riffs and melodies remain second to none, the more experimental elements combined with glaring production issues and strange placement make their third full-length a letdown.

Some acoustic guitar plucking adds a nice melody to opening tracks “Mechanical Wolves” and “Never Return,” before hitting you with everything you love about Svneatr: thrashy riffs, ripping solos, and a beating heart of melody that adds a nice humanity to the proceedings. This is what makes “And When Comes the Storm” all the more confusing, as it sidewinds its riff-first structure in favor of sprawling bleakness in the form of fretboard noodling and blazing tremolo atop riffs. While not a bad song and featuring a pounding riff and unique melodies, it sets the tone for the likewise industrial “Omen,” featuring mumbled Alice Cooper-esque clean vocals and cold ambiance, while the suddenly synth-heavy Midnight Odyssey approach saturating “Blackout” adds a certain icy vibe. Closer “Reaper of the Universe” features the most straightforward second-wave track since Svneatr’s The Howl, The Whisper, The Hunt and offers one of the most technical riffs of the band’s catalog, and is a nice adrenaline rush amid the dueling guitar licks and heartfelt melody.

The highlights are short-lived. Never Return is a perplexing album for Svneatr to make, because while its predecessors were bulletproof, if not predictable, the tracks here are wildly inconsistent and jarring. The first clue would likely be the suddenly melodic portion of “Never Return,” but you’d be forgiven to dismiss it, only for “And When Comes the Storm” and “Omen” to make you feel silly. These tracks, and in part “Blackout” as well, forego nearly all trademark tricks for a starkly drawling and whimpering approach to black metal whose guitar melodies and warbling distorted clean vocals toe the line between avant-garde and “do they know how notes work?” These tracks aside, another tragic element is that “Reaper of the Universe” could easily be one the act’s best songs, but ultimately, Never Return features a dismal drum tone that loses the snare beneath nearly everything else, only making frail appearances in fills and moments of silence. Svneatr’s songwriting chops in the bookends is head-above-shoulders better than they have been, but considering glaringly absent percussion and painful industrial elements, it’s difficult to wade through the muck. Although the promo details inclusion of choirs, cello, and contrabass, for the life of me I cannot find where.

Never Return hurts me, because I love Svneatr and their catalog. However, much of Never Return feels like the boys hurriedly wanted to incorporate more Nine Inch Nails influences when the album was already halfway done, but even the frail drums derail the solidness of “Mechanical Wolves” or “Reaper of the Universe.” While the band has already established their prowess as songwriters, “And When Comes the Storm” and “Omen” make me question if they even know how to play in key – and I know they can. Never Return metaphorically attempts to portray a world bereft of beauty in the wake of mankind’s greed, but due to lousy production, jarring experimentation, poor melodies, and lack of cohesion, I only hope Svneatr can return to their former glory.

Rating: 1.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Prosthetic Records
Websites: svneatr.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/svneatr
Releases Worldwide: May 10th, 2024

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Stuck in the Filter: March 2024’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

While it was cold and gloomy just a couple weeks before writing, now it’s blisteringly hot and humid. Such is the transition from February to April in the land of Ken. It’s May now, of course, so we are once again traveling back in time to when our Filter was brimming with scabs and scaled plucked from the Hides of March. As is my prerogative, I sent my minions, which are legion, into the thick of it to retrieve those lost gems which would otherwise be damned for musty eternity.

So, without further ado, my I interest you in our March Filter wares? The answer is always yes (or else)!

Kenstrosity’s Singular Stipend

Saturday Night Satan // All Things Black [March 15th, 2024 – Self-Released]

Obviously, I was bound to spin this record. A kitty on the cover? Sold. That’s literally all I needed to know I was gonna dig Greek occult heavy metal duo Saturday Night Satan. Lo and behold, their debut full-length All Things Black RAWKS. The first five songs, from rollicking opener “5 AM” to “Lurking in the Shadows,” constitute perhaps the best and most addicting introduction to a new band that I’ve heard in ages. Jim Kotsis’ (Black Soul Horde) swaggering riffs, buttery-smooth bass, and infectious rhythms consistently motivate this record through high-octane, bar-ready romps and doom-y crawls with equal liveliness, proving himself to be a versatile and exciting musician. Meanwhile, Kate Soulthorn croons and belts her way across this record with a venomous, but brassy and clear delivery oozing with charisma (“Rule With Fire,” “Lurking in the Shadows,” “Witches’ Dance”). While the record loses just a touch of momentum in the middle (“By the River, Crown of Arrogance”), there are no bad tracks to be found. Furthermore, repeat spins yield even greater enjoyment, as this record has only grown on me since my first spin and I don’t expect that trend to taper anytime soon.

Tales From the Garden

Molten // Malicide [March 6th, 2024 – Transylvanian Recordings]

Sometimes a band does one thing so well you don’t really need anything else to be great. Molten doesn’t stand out because of its vocals, a serviceable but somewhat limited growl. The drums are likewise decent, but nothing to cream your pants over. But the riffs! If that hurly burly bouncing up the stairs riff of “Pathogenesis” doesn’t put your facehole in a grin, it may be time to call it quits on death metal. Same for the insane, blistering solo that punctuates “Scorched” or the absolute neck-snapping title track. The latter is also the best place to spot the skillful bass parts that sneakily elevate the guitars to sound as good as they do. With a bunch of short ‘n snappy tracks showcasing Molten’s chops, a sudden 9-and-a-half-minute thrash epic sounds like a disaster in waiting, but the riffs, the solos and the serpentine bass are all high enough quality that I don’t want the San Fran boys to stop firing their big hooky shit at my face anyway. Malicide is a humble package, utterly crammed with infectious fun and riffy goodness, so get on that shit or get off the death metal pot.

Saunders’ Smoldering Cinders

BRAT // Social Grace [March 15th, 2024 – Prosthetic Records]

Look beyond their questionable moniker and self-proclaimed ‘Bimboviolence’ tag, and NOLA up-and-comers BRAT impresses on their debut LP, Social Grace. Listeners would be foolish to pass over this band as some sort of gimmicky modern metal act, the rugged, ugly musical form BRAT composes packs a serious punch. Social Grace present a thuggish, volatile concoction where the crossroads of grind, death and powerviolence meet. Factor in sludgy hues and seedy NOLA tones adding layers of extra grime and grit to short, sharp, stabbing cuts that pull no punches. The blasty, belligerent throes of old school grind meets sludge stomp of “Hesitation Wound” showcases BRAT’s deft ability to shift gears and compliment rabid blasting and grindy chaos, with infectious riffs and brawling grooves. Social Grace features similarly raw examples of gnarly, unbridled menace. Amped aggression, throaty vocals and speedy surges are complemented by fun, headbanging riffs and toughened grooves, lending the album a catchy edge and solid replay value reflected on gems such as the rifftastic title track, contrasting charms of “Truncheon,” and feedback-drenched grind-punk fury of “Human Offense.”

Suicidal Angels // Profane Prayer [March 1st, 2024 – Nuclear Blast]

Unsung Greek institution Suicidal Angels have pumped out material since the early aughts, crafting Euro-flavored thrash with a heavy dose of American influence, including Exodus and Slayer. Throw in an occasional atmospheric, melodeath twist, and you are left with a dependably solid batch of meat and potatoes goodness. Although rarely blowing minds, Suicidal Angels’ retro thrash platters, such as Dead Again and Bloodbath, represent potent examples of the band’s trusty formula. Following a five-year recording gap, Suicidal Angels return with their eighth LP, Profane Prayer. Profane Prayer follows a familiar trajectory, yet sounds fresh, full of energy and armed with fiery, aggressive riffage. These dudes are a tight unit, and the explosive speediness and exuberant performances shine alongside killer old school riffage, slashing solos, and technical embellishments. Ferociously infectious thrashers like “When the Lions Die,” “Purified by Fire,” “Crypts of Madness” and ‘Virtues of Destruction” sound more inspired than I’ve heard from the band in some time. Profane Prayer has moments of bloat, but the pros outweigh the cons, resulting in a largely enjoyable and explosive thrash platter. Props to the band for stretching their wings on the epic, progressively leaning journey of “Deathstalker,” and similarly adventurous closer “The Fire Paths of Fate,” showing Suicidal Angels still have some tricks up their sleeves.

Thus Spoke’s Forgotten Findings

Carrion Vael // Cannibals Anonymous [March 29th, 2024 – Unique Leader Records]

I was introduced to Carrion Vael by Dr. Grier’s review of their 2022 LP Abhorrent Obsessions where he deemed it “a beast of a record,” and I wholeheartedly concurred. Fortunately for all of us lovers of the Indiana melodeath/deathcore/generally heavy bunch, Cannibals Anonymous largely picks up where the previous one left off. It’s vicious, and satisfyingly slick, the rapidly descending/ascending scales, smooth, fast transitions between always-driving-forward tempos, and cutthroat snarls once again betraying a Black Dahlia Murder influence, but with a bit more of a deathcore angle. The riffy kind of deathcore. Because yeah, this thing has riffs (see especially ” “Love Zombie,” “Discount Meats,” and “Pins and Needles”)—as well as gore—spilling out of its every orifice, and they’re great. Also surprisingly fun are the further extended use of cleans now appearing on most of the album’s tracks, which only serve to make them more catchy, compelling, and fun, whether they’re shouty and atonal (“Discount Meats”), or genuinely mellifluous (“Savage Messiah,” “Pins and Needles,” “Augusta’s Dead”); and they’re more often the latter. Carrion Vael also lean a little further into the urgent-minor melodic refrain territory that made Abhorrent Obsessions so sticky, with “Savage Messiah,” “Pins and Needles,” and “Everything/Nothing” standing out. This isn’t changing the scene, but goddamn it if you won’t have a fucking fantastic time chucking some heavy weights around or generally vibing with a massive grin on your face whilst listening to it. Go on, you know you want to.

Dear Hollow’s Deafening Debris

Givre // Le Cloître [March 29th, 2024 – Eisenwald]

It’s not often that a black metal band willingly discusses Christianity in a somewhat endearing light, so the Quebecois Givre is a bit of a conundrum. However, in the most brutal fashion possible, this trio discusses examples of female saints and each respective trail of pain left behind in the pursuit of holiness. Given the subject matter, you can imagine the cross that is borne across its forty-two-minute runtime. Each track carries with it a mood and style of its own, united as a whole through the atoning power of agony, as all characters throughout have suffered greatly for the sake of Christ. That being said, this is regardless a hopeful album, and in many ways, La Cloître feels like a meditation, fluid movements whose organicity revolves around gentle plucking. While tracks like opener “Marthe Robin (1902-1981)” and “Sainte Thérèse d’Avila (1515-1582)” embrace this aesthetic of prayerful lamentation, it does not stop the winding riff punishment of “Louise du Néant (1639-1694)” from scorching the surrounding soil, or the mysterious, nearly Southern rock-oriented, “Sainte Hildegarde de Bingen (1098-1179)” and desperate start-stop riffs of “Sainte Marguerite de Cortone (1247-1297)” from commanding otherworldly planes. While the stylistic choices differ and may be jarring to listeners, it is cemented by its theme as it pursues God down lesser-trodden trails of atonement through flagellation.

Profane Burial // My Plateau [March 1st, 2024 – Crime Records]

The Norwegian black metallers channel nearly everything they can get their grimy claws onto in My Plateau. Profane Burial professes to be “cinematic black metal,” and that is an accurate description in its boundary-pushing of atmospheric and symphonic texture: imagine if Midnight Odyssey and Septicflesh met at a midnight showing of The Exorcist. Besides its more contemplative moments, you’ll find that My Plateau is a deceptively mammoth listen, as chugging guitars and colossal drums collide with grim symphonics and haunting ambiance. The opening title track, “Fragments of Dirge,” and “Disambiguate Eradication” are aptly bombastic kabooms in mad waltzes of demonic proportions layered with rich symphonic textures, while the blasts colliding with chugs and piano trills in “Moribund” and “Righteous Indoctrination” add to the Wreche-on-crack vibe, while the triumphant battle cry in closer “Horror Code” is equal parts macabre and pummeling. For being inspired by horror scores, Profane Burial is scatterbrained and wonky, but it doesn’t stop My Plateau from embracing the bombast in a fun-as-hell symphonic black metal foray touched by madness.

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Skuggor – Whispers of Ancient Spells Review

By Dear Hollow

Skuggor is exactly what you expect it will sound like. Gothic font and grainy nature photo with themes of darkness, mist, and myth? You betcher ass it’s atmospheric black metal. “But I’m sure there’s something unique here, Hollow,” I can hear you say. Have you heard atmospheric black metal? You don’t listen to this shit for the neatest thing since Deftones. You listen cuz you want to be sucked into arcane and forlorn woods of ancient magic and nature untouched by human hands. I mean, duh. It walks the way of Judas Iscariot’s greatest hits and nods to the raw heroes of Evilfeast and Paysage d’Hiver, and hell, that’s not always a bad thing.

Skuggor’s greatest asset is its patience. Its sole member Matthew Bell offers this trait throughout his storied catalog of acts like Forlorn Citadel, Autumn’s Dawn, Mjältsjuka, and myriad others. Each offers nature-themed black metal unafraid of its more abrasive tendencies but relying on the soothing ambiance and contemplative tempos to do the talking. In this way, Whispers of Ancient Spells is an overwhelmingly safe album, smartly composed with a solid foundation of grim progressions, percussive plods, and shrieks upon which Skuggor builds its melodies. Across a reasonable thirty-two minutes and five tracks, expect this patient songwriting and pleasant melodies to take center stage in an album that does nothing to hurt or help atmoblack’s toothless reputation.

Skuggor’s patient songcraft makes songs perhaps feel longer than they are, which can be a good thing in this case. Firmly rooted in the depressive school of thought in sprawling strums with subtle tremolo flares and a plodding dirge-like pace, each track is built around a raw and grim chord progression, with some percussive and tremolo picking flare and a synth that never feels too much. Likewise, songs like the opening title track and “Silent Cry of the Forests Embrace” feel like a cleaner Evilfeast at a ColdWorld pace, with a solid undercurrent of double bass providing a palpable energy—necessary for this more contemplative breed of black metal. Starting with a glacial and unbearable pace, “As Fog Reveals the Path of Despair” and closer “A Forgotten Past” slowly grow across their respective runtime to include punkier beats then concluding with the only two appearances of blastbeats, all the while solidly anchored by chords and keys. “Shadows Echoing Through Time” is also a notable inclusion, due to its epic scope in the fusion of atmosphere and grimness.

The glaring issue with Whispers of Ancient Spells is that it refuses to take any risks. This makes Skuggor’s sound pleasant in its grimness but little else, as each track follows the same reliable but well-trodden path: loud drums and grim strums, shrieks, frosty keys, quiet passages with an overlay of plucking, repeat—in that order. The rapidity of the chord progressions and drum patterns are the only tether that keeps the album running at a pace other than contemplative, such as the quick interchanges of “Silent Cry of the Forests Embrace.” While this centerpiece is the most energetic cut of the album, it also simply drags on for too long due to its nine-and-a-half minute runtime, the passages growing weary by its dead-horse-beating end. Because of Skuggor’s more thoughtful compositions in adherence to the atmoblack a la second wave, no song particularly stands out: Whispers of Ancient Spells is a brief and pleasant hum that takes a multitude of listens to discern its undercurrents and movements beneath.

To his credit, Bell makes some solid atmoblack in the Skuggor project. This is cearly the work of a veteran, Whispers of Ancient Spells embodies the older interpretation of the style that feels distinctly cold and grim—spitting at the textured and warm palettes seen in more contemporary offerings of the same ilk. That being said, with how smartly and neatly it is composed, it loses a certain gusto by a certain point because of its stubbornness in not taking risks. Each track balances atmosphere and grimness with energy, but none of the above truly stand out or will impact your opinion of the style. If cold and traditional atmoblack a la Evilfeast, Paysage d’Hiver, Judas Iscariot, or Midnight Odyssey are your jam, then check out Skuggor. If not, you’re not missing much.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 10 | Format Reviewed: ~190 kb/s mp3
Label: Naturmacht Productions
Websites: skuggor.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: February 23rd, 2024

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Olhava – Sacrifice Review

By Carcharodon

Russian atmoblack-shoegaze duo Olhava, comprising two-thirds of Trna, has been around since 2016 and already has five full-lengths under their belt. I don’t remember when I first became aware of them but I think I picked up their third record, 2020’s Lagoda, on release. That was a weighty slab of mournful and organic-sounding atmospheric black, which, despite its 71-minute runtime, I enjoyed quite a bit. While I listened to successors Frozen Bloom and Reborn, neither spoke to me much. I think often, for fans of the much trampled-upon atmoblack genre (particularly where it intersects, as Olhava does, with shoegaze), it can be hard to pinpoint why one album works for you and the next is … fine. So much of it depends on the nature and depth of the atmosphere evoked. Clue’s in the title, I guess. So where do Olhava take us on sixth LP, Sacrifice?

Less black metal than Trna, and more evocative synths a la Unreqvited, there is no rushing Olhava. Shimmering soundscapes are what they do, albeit that, where Unreqvited has (at least since 2018’s Mosaic I: L’Amour et L’Ardeur) hints of light and promise in the sound, Olhava is all shades of loss and a sense of hopeless grey. There is also a sense in which, despite there being two intervening LPs, Sacrifice feels like a very deliberate continuation of Lagoda, not least because the “Ageless River” interludes I through V from the latter record, continue onto this one, beginning at “Ageless River VI” and going on to IX. Alternating with the four non-interlude tracks, the “Ageless River”s give a consistent sense of flow, that runs through the record, like a stream through a dark forest. Percussion-free (except for a few sparse beats in “Ageless River IX”), this series focuses on natural, organic sounds and, to a degree, acts as a shoegaze-cleanser between the blackened expressions of loss and hurt that comprise the rest of Sacrifice.

That rest has a sort of ethereal dreaminess to it, which Olhava invites you to get lost in. Andrey Novozhilov’s harsh, rasping vocals surface, sink and resurface again, playing in the middle distance, an additional piece of scenery, rather than a focal point for much of Sacrifice. His work on guitars prioritizes hypnotic repetition and sustained chords over overtly memorable riffs, seeking to gradually infiltrate your consciousness, rather than overwhelm it. Similarly, Timur Yusupov’s work on drums has something of countrymen Grima (on Rotting Garden, particularly) about it, feeling somehow contemplative, despite the heavy use of blasts. The epic “I See Myself in Your Eyes,” at 17 minutes the album’s longest cut, is the highlight, as it shifts through moods, delicate tremolos and synth work, ebbing and flowing alongside drums, which move between deft cymbal work and pounding percussive rhythms.

There is much to appreciate about Sacrifice, at least if you’re a fan of the style, but there’s also a lot of Sacrifice to appreciate. Clocking in at 86 minutes, of which well over 20 minutes is accounted for by the percussion-free instrumental “Ageless River” interludes, there is no way around the fact that this thing is bloated. To be clear, there is nothing I dislike about what Olhava do here, including those interludes, which actually work well to simultaneously break up and stitch together the main canvasses. However, the sheer volume of material here is a problem. The bigger problem, however, is the fact that it is very hard to differentiate between tracks, which coupled with the runtime, weighs heavy on the listener, and not just emotionally. Even “Eternal Fire,” which is probably the most straightforwardly atmoblack piece on the record fails to leave a lasting impact and that is, at least in part, because despite being only the third track proper, we’re already over 45 minutes into the album before it starts. The production does help Sacrifice, feeling light and organic, it is, in that sense at least, a relatively easy listen.

Ever since their tight 40-minute self-titled debut, runtimes on Olhava records have crept up and up, now routinely exceeding an hour in length but, mostly, with diminishing returns. Despite having spent two weeks with Sacrifice, I find myself utterly unable, at any given point, to tell you, even roughly, where I am in its vast reaches. The intrinsic problem isn’t the runtime, however, but rather the evenness of what happens during it. Rather like the cover art, it is richly textured but flat. For all my complaints about the length of, for example, Midnight Odyssey records, they have recognizable, standout moments, which are sorely lacking on Sacrifice. I am disappointed.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Avantgarde Music
Websites: olhava.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/olhavaband
Releases Worldwide: January 26th, 2024

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