Sunday, December 30, 2018

Barús - Drowned


It's been a long time, a really long time, the Vitrun artwork seems to have burned in to the screen and the resolute inertia needs a jolt. The time in absentia was spent on a different geographical location, the place were I was born and then I had a moment of spotlight in the metal hemisphere. The days in solitude and contemplation fostered an new resolution a week before new year, I promised myself I won't impose my passions and creations on anyone. My joys are my own and no one has to suffer for it, I don't want anyone to pretend to like the things I like. You may call me mad, crazy, pathetic or pretentious, I don't mind for this is who I am. For you dear reader the take away here is you are reading this on your own free will and I thank you for that.    

Frank Zappa once said

 "The mainstream comes to you, but you have to go to the underground." 

I found Barús, yes I found them and I have to thank Angry Metal Guy comment section for that. It is not like they are the most underground or kvlt band around but I had to do some searching. I found their debut to be the best 2018 had to offer, now that's some statement I made there and there are going to be skeptics and to those I offer you a ride, hop on.


Drowned starts of the way I want all metal albums to start, no symphonic intro, no acoustic noodling and no samples whatsoever. Descry opens the album and brings us right into the action. Heavy layered and dense, the song grooves like Nothing era Meshuggah but with a much warmer guitar tone and a varied vocal attack. Tempos slow down, words are spoken and then behold the blast beats. A desperate wail and the opening riffs comes back in the outro and that riff can move mountains.     

Barús sounds like a grainy coarse Neurosis album build over a technical groove laden Meshuggah base with an Ulcerate's ear for visceral soundscapes hovering along with the ominous dirges and diverse vocals of Triptykon . The lines between the four bands are always blurred and the vocals cover low growls, wails, shrieks, clean singing and spoken words such as those that starts off Graze. The words "growing insight" gets more and more intense, the singer catches his breath and then all of a sudden the song Engorge breaks down into a Dillinger Escape Plan jazzy mellow noodling. In the song's outro an uplifting strummed chord progression (it almost sounds like Acquired Taste by Leprous) contrasts with the low palm muted chugs creating a tension release synergy, one of the most emotional and epic moments of the album.

The band understands how huge and intense they have become at this point and so comes the first interlude Amass. After the break Dissever starts off as their drummer makes the count and Barús grooves again, you can almost hear Triptykon's Aurorae in the spoken word section of the song. Vitiate is the blackest song of the album with blast beats, tremolo runs and an unhinged vocal delivery. The second interlude of the album Benumb unlike Amass is used to prepare you for the final two songs and it's fitting that those two are the strongest and the most intense of Drowned.

Perpetrate starts of like song The Exquisite Machinery of Torture by Meshuggah of the album Chaosphere with its doomy mechanical marching riff. From this point the album reaches a more melancholic introspective mode and you can feel the change in emotion. At its faster moments you can hear Ulcerate's Everything is Fire dissonant voicings and all of a sudden there is a breakdown that is unmistakably Opeth. The clean guitar melody evokes the kind of feel that only Opeth is capable of (listen to the second half of the song The Wilde Flowers of Sorcerers) at this moment Barús is more than the sum of their influences and everything collides into white noise at the song's finale.

Drowned ends like the way every great record should end, with a song that concludes and encapsulates the vision of the album. Forsake traverse all the sonic landscapes that the album covered so far in its 8 minute duration. Guitar solos makes an appearance for the first time and so is the Devin Townsend-esque clean singing that rises above the dense guitars and double bass rolls into an emotional zenith. The song fades away bringing the album to a solemn halt and what follows is a forlorn silence.

 
The heavy layering and the wall of sound production do support the album title and it does drowns you into the depths. However the mastering is on the Ulcerate side of things, its loud and compressed but not enough to cause fatigue and that has a lot to do with the album's phasing. The interludes appear just when they are needed and the songs never fixate to an idea. The grindy guitar tone (which almost sounds like the amazing This Ruined World by Trials) gives the riffs the necessary rawness and a sense of danger.

Drowned is the best metal album released in 2018, at least to me. It is a shame that most of the major metal sites and blogs have overlooked this debut by Barús. They are all going to regret this, I see a future where bands try hard to emulate this record's sound. They are French and we have seen a plethora of Deathspell Omega and Blut Aus Nord clones. 

I pat myself for having found this amazing record, it is the Ulcerate Meshuggah love child that I always dreamed about. Good things don't always come to you, you have to search for it and those that are right before your eyes and are apparent may not always be the best. 







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Monday, December 3, 2018

Carpe Noctem - Vitrun


Carpe Noctem - Latin for "seize the night"

Oh black metal ! Thou art comes in all forms and shapes, thou enchants and disquiet, thou redeems and desecrate and you ventured far away from your Scandinavian heritage. Carpe Noctem hails from a land brimming with blackened fury, Iceland and Vitrun is their second outing with their brand of black art. Their art revolves around dissonance and apocalyptic atmosphere, painting with their music a bleak desolate landscape that offers no hope. A year before a black metal record from Netherlands blew my mind, Kwintessens by Dodecahedron and Vitrum is the earthy sludgy counterpoint of the aforementioned record. They sit in a blackened throne between the primitive madness of the latest Infernal Coil record and the sate of the art calculated atonal chaos of Kwintessens. There is no sunshine and rainbows here.   

They sing and scream in Icelandic, a tongue unknown to me. They chose to not to assuage their art in hopes of a more wider audience offered by English, that's bold but Google is our mutual friend and we translate. If the song titles are anything to go by Carpe Noctem is ambitious on Vitrun. They waste no time by giving us an intro track, Söngurinn sem ómar milli stjarnanna (The song that echoes between the stars) takes just 10 seconds to introduce the gravely growls of Alexander Dan Vilhjálmsson. The song has tremolo picking melodic riffs that often ends with a wild whammy bar abuse and it almost calms down towards the end with one of the guitars playing chords while the other playing a trance like guitar solo.


Things start to get weird and disturbing from the next song Upplausn (Resolution) with one of the guitars giving Deathspell Omega-esque atonal chimes before the two guitars going for countermelodies in their riffing. At around midpoint Helgi Rafn Hróðmarsson goes for a tom heavy tribal drum pattern in a performance that almost rivals the latest Kriegsmaschine record. The atonal motif returns for one more lap with the tempo slowing down linearly to an explosion of reverbed spaced out guitars. Ambient noises of string scraping like those heard in Nihil Quam Vacuitas Ordinatum Est by the Italian band Ad Nauseam closes the song and that apparently isn't the only time we hear them in this record.

Og hofið fylltist af reyk (And the temple was filled with smoke) starts of in a doomy tempo and takes a good 3 minutes with it before going into a bouncy guitar lick. The two guitars make a short wild sprint at 5 minute mark before exploding into another tribal drumming and reverbed spooky guitars, you can almost smell the smoke rising from a pagan ritual. Hér hvílir bölvun (Here lies the curse) introduce clean guitars and cymbal flourishes and the disturbing string scraping, somewhere far away an orchestra is playing out of tune, clashing instruments one over the other. The song builds and builds to staccato chugs with squealing whammy infested guitars floating above. Hér hvílir bölvun leads to the shortest song of the album, the instrumental Úr beinum og brjóski (From bones and cartilage), with its clean guitar arpeggios, cinematic atmospherics and splashy cymbals the song build tension that is never resolved in its 4 minute duration.

It gets resolved however in an aggressive pounding of guitar and drums that introduce the final track the epic Sá sem slítur vængi flugunnar hefur náð hugljómun (The one who wears the wings have come to light). The most dissonant part of the album, the first few minutes is a clash of atonal melodies and intricate drum patterns and fills. The two guitarists Andri Þór Jóhannsson and Tómas Ísdal have souls of their own and if you are hearing this in your headphones you can hear the left ear and right ear guitars battling it out. At midpoint all of the chaos breaks down into cleanly plucked guitars and spacey whammy guitar squeals and from then on it all ends with the Ad Nauseam string scraping and synths building up tension that by now you are aware will never be resolved. The record ends and you are in disquietude

                     
I wish I could write about the lyrics, going by the song-titles the subject should interest me. They write about mythology, mysticism and the lyrics are esoteric in nature. In a venture like this the production is an instrument in itself. The record sounds amazing, it sounds organic and live especially the drums and unlike the Pyrrhon and the Imperial Triumphant records Vitrum is inviting. It draws the listener in and keeps him/her immersed in it.

I am a big fan of album artworks devoid of band logo and album title. The art is credited to Stephen Wilson who also did the cover of Drowned the debut album of French band Barús. The art and the music is so unified in its vision that I won't be surprised if Carpe Noctem rewrote the music from their initial demos to aurally paint Wilson's art.

This record and Firtan's Okeanos lies on top of my black metal album of the year list. Both records are completely different in its scope and execution yet both quenches my thirst. Black metal has indeed ventured far and away from its Scandinavian roots. It is now an art that deserves critical writing and that's just what happened here.



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