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Stiff
doomsters should take a hint, pick up a clue or just
plain steal the Samothrace formula, which by the way is
nothing new, ear shattering or groundbreaking, but
embellished via a sentimental sense of dragging
brutality only makes it grow fonder to our beaten ears.
Quite frankly, there aren’t many doom records floating
around that encapsulate such somberness with this much
romanticism. Or call it panache if you will. It don’t
matter, for as Samothrace’s music regardless of its
heavy load becomes reliable by always delivering
melancholic melodies. It’s work done well, Life’s Trade
packs only four songs, but that’s more than enough to
provide a bleak backdrop to your Sundays in the rain.
That’s what I like about it, Life’s Trade sounds
bittersweet, it is heavy, and when it is not (at least
not through the guitar chunkiness) it still packs a
monumental emotional wallop.
It is also
recorded and produced by no other than Sanford Parker whose got
the presence and skill to bring out a gutsy visceral
performance. Super impressive and visceral indeed is Ryan L.
Spinks whose sidewinding approach elongates his words like each
syllable is passing through his body and he is a freaking snake.
His shivering voice not only speak words, but spew feelings of
the dark kind. That’s part of the key to Samothrace, with one
hand they hammer you over the head and with the other they rub
your earlobes. Their other secret (err, not really a secret) is
the second guitar, bending and flexing every note, hovering head
high over the low bottom and feeding the listener a more
colorful idea, a more romantic trip, a clearer thrilling picture
of life in the sad lane. In other words, if you are going to
kill yourself at least do it with style. Do it while listening
to Samothrace.
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