Cascadian black metal goes to Paris and has a big sad.
Hostility to mask a fragility. Anguish to cover a hatred sublimated.
I really dig this whole Wolves in the Throne Room meet Lifelover aesthetic he has going on here. The vocals are powerful and occasionally physically painful.
The thing that strikes me most about this album though, is the drumming. I mean this is a top notch performance. Inventive, skilled drum patterns that never wander off into mere technicality, but keep heads a bobbing the whole time.
The cymbal spasms actually serve a purpose and indicate the direction the musical changes are going, not just announce that it is time for a change.
An ocean of hallucinatory horror is the best summation I can muster for the gestalt here. I am hoping for a lot more from this project in the future.
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