"Being able to know it all. If the listener could only have a glimpse of the intentions behind any recordings, it would be his own. That is unless the intentions are all out; explained in some liner notes or some sort of press release. When you're left with your own imagination, it's easy to let things run wild. It's like being alone in the dark. I doubt that we're afraid of the dark, it's mostly of what our imagination fills it with. Reviewing this release, without much information, is exactly what I'm doing.
There's definitely an intent to this recording; as it starts with some field recordings, of someone doing something in the background; walking back and forth, preparing some installation, setting the mood for a ritual about to happen. This is what the music here is all about; a ritual. Death shall presides over our lives under the sun, no one escapes. These are our last rites, prepare to get sucked in a dark hole of anti-matter and doom. Slowly paced, this timely death is first marked by “Apparitions.” Invoking spirits, trying to summon the right one, the one we could let ourselves go to. After a while there's no more walking around, something happened to the summoner, as the sheer sound of distorted guitars is taking all the space followed by bells, chimes and rattles. Something is there, scraping it's way into the listener's head. The practitioner comes back, exhaling, clapping his hands together, turning the wheel of Dharma. His movements appear to be more hectic; possession is about to happen when this piece reaches its climax; you can hear their voices... When chose by this spirit, he's “Entering Skin,” making your body his own but only to suck the rest of life left in it. Sound waves washes what's left of your own consciousness, and somehow life is more peaceful, doomed but peaceful. Things are altered, perceptions filtered by this entity where guitars emerge out of the heavy drone. And then comes “Decay,” as all living creatures will face the decay of their material body. A steady pulse, bringing on the scene thunderous electric guitars. When the pulse stops, devilish voices are moaning, choking, screaming in your ears. That's until hell breaks loose, furiously drumming it's way out of there. Lord, have mercy... Debacle records are releasing some seriously dark and heavy stuff. "
-- Frédérick Galbrun (10 February, 2010)
released 01 September 2009
Mitch Bell of Thunder Grey Pilgrim.
Kristian Garrard of Thousands, Heatwarmer, Lonesome Shack and Browncloud.
Luke Bergman of Heatwarmer, Speak and Thousands.