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title of this album is Verdun, after the north eastern
region of France where German and French troops clashed
in a super bloody battle in 1916, leaving a quarter of a
million casualties and at least half a million wounded.
That should give you an idea of how grim this album is
going to sound like. Then again, if you are familiar
with the treble-fucking music of New Zealand’s Black
Boned Angel you already know what you are in for. So you
better come prepare. Wear armor and be pain-ready, though
it’s nearly impossible to fathom in advance what you are
about to witness. Beware boys, ‘cause you are about to
get your brain rewired. Music wasn’t meant to be like
this at all.
Think;
extended guitars, strummed to max heaviness then left to simmer
for as long as air will sustain a sound. They are heavy, a ok,
but not only that, they wail and flail in unthinkable shapes and
into ubiquitous sounds. At times there is almost a marine sense
to them, like the ‘voice’ of big fish communicating underwater,
like their big call for help, inadvertently calling its kind to
the massacre.
There is despair in the air my friends. As I get
into the twenty-fifth minute, there is despair like crazy. The
bleak flavor of desolation, the broken sight of a tragic scene,
the horrific sounds of the end of all that breathes and grows.
Come the
thirty-sixth minute we hear an angelic chorus behind the
feedback. That stuff is horrendous. Like listening to Carmina
Burana and not thinking of the devil. The combination is
unsettling because the chorus is barely audible and makes you
question its existence. Imagine a few angels of doom just
visiting as they drag the souls down. The music turns murky,
there is noise saturation. Like it’s raining down fire. This
goes on for minutes and it turns overwhelming come the
fifty-minute mark. Battle sounds are in full bloom by then. The
fight is at its fiercest. We are all at death’s door and this is
just the beginning. Worse of all is knowing that after so much
death, what comes after is the disease. The epidemic. To our
relief, we may have to wait for the next record for that.
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