Camelus Dromedarius
With the first half epitomizing the full realization of loss after the fact and the second epitomizing the first wave of grief that follows, this LP acts as a continuation of Hell I, with the first act near identical in theme and composition as MSW's previous album and the second act marking the transition in MSW's sound to one that is a bit more emotional in nature and melodic at times. This album bridges the gap between Hell I and Hell III in terms of stylistic differences. MSW fans, buy this.
Moses
Into the depths of hell I've crawled, and I don't want to leave. Hell ll has given me black leather wings, I'll fly out of the Seven Circles of Hell and get my hands on Hell lll when the time is right. Lost in Hell l & ll for now, awesome songs MSW! Dark Doom Sludge with elements of Black Metal, call it what you will, you're in Hell now my sons and daughters. \m/
Favorite track: Gog.
second of trilogy with more black metal elements and a different unique type of "Heavy" compared to "I".
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released November 11, 2010
Record number two from this black/doom/sludge outfit from Salem, Oregon, the second in a proposed trilogy, this one taking the already grim and abject sound of the first installment even further, dragging them even deeper into the infernal pits, the sound hellish and hateful and harrowing, the opening track beginning life as a bleak slab of churning slow motion dirgery, a filthy, crusty tarpit creep, the sound raw and blown out, the guitars tuned WAY down, the vocals a demonic hellish croak, the crushing black doom eventually swallowed up by a cloud of psychedelic guitar swirl, a sort of black metal buzz, but blurred into stasis, before the whole thing collapses into a black hole of crumbling low end and Merzbowic black noise, before briefly returning to the initial doomic plod, before spacing out completely into a hazy stretch of almost Earth like twang, although here it's wreathed in heaving black clouds of buzz, the sound constantly shifting over the course of the rest of the song, from shimmery drift, to wild tangled guitar freakout, to stumbling churn, to blurred drone. And that's just the first track. Although it does lay the groundwork for the rest of the record, the guitars seeming to grow even more blown out, the vocals more and more anguished, the downtuned riffs, even more downtuned, as if the whole thing was melting right there on your turntable. "Metnal" mixes in some actual black metal blasts, as well as some swirling ethereal ambience, "Trucid" too, unfurls some black buzz, strangely twisted and tangled, and in-the-red, so it almost sounds like the tape is malfunctioning, all woozy and warped, before slipping into the prettiest stretch on the album, a lilting clean guitar drift, that leads directly into "Umbilicus", which at nearly 8 minutes is the shortest of the bunch, but which also manages to be the heaviest, the sound so dense and blown out, it pushes the black buzz into the realms of Tim Hecker, the crumbling buzz becoming a wall of roiling texture, the track lurching into a weird convoluted noise rock groove, stonery and sludgey, eventually shedding the sludge, leaving just some muted drumming, and a brittle layer of guitar buzz, that drifts into the weirdly melodic doom-sludge coda. Epic and crushing, brutal and beautiful, we can hardly wait for part three...
LIMITED TO 646 COPIES, pressed on black/oxblood vinyl (hold it up to the light, so cool!), three sided, the fourth featuring a super detailed etching, housed in a thick black and red jacket adorned with super striking woodcuts, inside a 12" x 24" woodcut poster/insert, as well as a digital download coupon.
Nate is one of my best friends. He makes chaos music. It sounds like what tank and plane warfare probably sounds like. Other times it sounds just plain eerie. It's awesome. M.S.W.
Mizmor is one of my favorite bands. So versatile and dynamic and best artist to create vast variety of tangible atmospheres. Yodh is a bountiful album that sails the ocean of sore emotions arousing psyche's hidden parts. Perfect unholy marriage of mystic, brittle acoustics and limbo-quaking heaviness. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡