| Funeral - From These Wounds 2007 - Candlelight USA Review by: The Unholy Profit, Onan |
- The Barren Skin
- From These Wounds
- The Architecture of Loss
- Red Moon
- Vagrant God
- Pendulum
- Saturn
- Breathing Through You
It is the epic, monumental quality ov doometal to feel as if the
moment ov release was exhausted long ago and now the building
tension...until the perfect note, that resonant chord is struck. No
other arrangement will thereafter suffice. You've got to make both
the guitars and the audience weep, you have to squeeze both
balls and tears and make that moment ov release absolutely,
essentially, not there; an audible epiphany if you will. Welcome to
the wake, refreshments provided. Sorry, no open casket buffet.
Fuckin' vultures.
moment ov release was exhausted long ago and now the building
tension...until the perfect note, that resonant chord is struck. No
other arrangement will thereafter suffice. You've got to make both
the guitars and the audience weep, you have to squeeze both
balls and tears and make that moment ov release absolutely,
essentially, not there; an audible epiphany if you will. Welcome to
the wake, refreshments provided. Sorry, no open casket buffet.
Fuckin' vultures.
Melancholic facades ov ephemeral drivel. Oh, ye wretched
remaining wraiths playing this bombastic cacophony ov teeth n'
bones (like the Northern Trade Winds rattling) you've created
here a miasmic sounds cape to help shape you as "the most
depressing band in the world." But after you get past all the
Serotonin loss, one begins to realize that two band mates have
had to sacrifice themselves to the pyre that is Funeral and its
legacy ov encouraging its members to endure themselves to their
fans by shoe gazing forever into the grave and dying w/o
provocation. It is a bold PR move.
remaining wraiths playing this bombastic cacophony ov teeth n'
bones (like the Northern Trade Winds rattling) you've created
here a miasmic sounds cape to help shape you as "the most
depressing band in the world." But after you get past all the
Serotonin loss, one begins to realize that two band mates have
had to sacrifice themselves to the pyre that is Funeral and its
legacy ov encouraging its members to endure themselves to their
fans by shoe gazing forever into the grave and dying w/o
provocation. It is a bold PR move.
You just can't out source that many session members but let's
thank Candlelight Records for promoting
brain-death-lethargic-doom ov this monumental caliber. This is a
band dissolving on all misfired cylinders with Russian roulette
karma. Disparate passages of classically inspired masturbation
make one do a audio double take when the lifeless track is given
a difibulator and the inevitable jump-off. Damn you for making my
wrist appeal to the acumen ov a blade...doom on! Doom on!
thank Candlelight Records for promoting
brain-death-lethargic-doom ov this monumental caliber. This is a
band dissolving on all misfired cylinders with Russian roulette
karma. Disparate passages of classically inspired masturbation
make one do a audio double take when the lifeless track is given
a difibulator and the inevitable jump-off. Damn you for making my
wrist appeal to the acumen ov a blade...doom on! Doom on!
On the evocative end ov things, dynamics fly, sorrowful things are
felt to a depth that needs no introduction; this is the sound of
entropy clicking. Where other mourners at the gates might simply
drown in their own negative quagmire this is no mere xerox copy
ov Amorphic Anathema, nor a Katatonia Kloan, at times the
somberly monastic vocal drone is industrial, ie synthetic,
rendering it dead on delivery, which is the dietary metal
supplement for the cancerous masses who are looking for some
"strange." Please think more about track sequencing next time
around; the middle is dross, the end excruciating. I accept
dichotomies but you can't be this morosely despondent and still
touch base with, at best, banal earthly concerns ("When you go
out on the town do you ever think of me?," "No cigarettes, no
drinks after eight," or "Daddy won't you please take me home" all
lyrics from the reprehensible Pendulum) because in the end it
cause one to do that double take, especially when greater lyrical
prose was offered in the album opener "This Barren Skin:"
felt to a depth that needs no introduction; this is the sound of
entropy clicking. Where other mourners at the gates might simply
drown in their own negative quagmire this is no mere xerox copy
ov Amorphic Anathema, nor a Katatonia Kloan, at times the
somberly monastic vocal drone is industrial, ie synthetic,
rendering it dead on delivery, which is the dietary metal
supplement for the cancerous masses who are looking for some
"strange." Please think more about track sequencing next time
around; the middle is dross, the end excruciating. I accept
dichotomies but you can't be this morosely despondent and still
touch base with, at best, banal earthly concerns ("When you go
out on the town do you ever think of me?," "No cigarettes, no
drinks after eight," or "Daddy won't you please take me home" all
lyrics from the reprehensible Pendulum) because in the end it
cause one to do that double take, especially when greater lyrical
prose was offered in the album opener "This Barren Skin:"
Like ashes circling the pyre
with virtue of the seraphim
while prancing indifferently
amid the devil's fingers
with virtue of the seraphim
while prancing indifferently
amid the devil's fingers
And not be somewhat befuddled. Why didn't the guitarist [K.
Ottersen] contribute more lyrically? Please tell me he is still
corporeal. I understand the monotone meanderings and wanting
to keep with the whole suicidescenedom but not at the expense of
having abandoned all hope ye who press ENTER here
(myspace.com/funeraldoom) and excuse all melody for mere
atmospheric adornment. Even the maggots feel cheated here.
Where is the meat however desiccated? Sure I understand the
whole "Architecture of Loss" but not the marketing of it. Don't we
import enough shit from Norway already? Still a highly
recommended newest low for those who find the sounds ov
another's dying enjoyable.
Ottersen] contribute more lyrically? Please tell me he is still
corporeal. I understand the monotone meanderings and wanting
to keep with the whole suicidescenedom but not at the expense of
having abandoned all hope ye who press ENTER here
(myspace.com/funeraldoom) and excuse all melody for mere
atmospheric adornment. Even the maggots feel cheated here.
Where is the meat however desiccated? Sure I understand the
whole "Architecture of Loss" but not the marketing of it. Don't we
import enough shit from Norway already? Still a highly
recommended newest low for those who find the sounds ov
another's dying enjoyable.