IF YOU HAVEN’T, CHECK THEM OUT. DO IT. NOW. Column of Heaven fucking kills it. If you aren’t aware of them, maybe you have heard of the band that they arose from; The Endless Blockade. For those who don’t know, The Endless Blockade was all in all crushing, doom-ridden, sludgy, —œnoise-core— band. Comparable to the likes of Man is the Bastard/Bastard Noise (they did a split together!) and Iron Lung. These guys were around for about seven years and after their —œFinal Tape—, Andrew and Eric started the band. Now that that’s out of the way, let us discuss their 2012 release, Mission From God. A buddy of mine sent me the LP a few months back from when he saw them in California. Gazing upon the artwork, I wasn’t too sure what I was getting into. I was a bit hesitant after hearing them compared to that of Crossed-Out. Don’t get me wrong; Crossed Out is a great band. But these day’s power-violence bands sadly are a dime a dozen. I soon found that this was not the case, seeing that after a few listens I was completely infatuated. Bare in mind, these guys are not as engulfed in doom as The Endless Blockade, but still more than capable of getting that aura of misery to the forefront. Much like Bastard Noise being a different facet to the essential message of Man is the Bastard; Nolan and King have successfully brought their art to a new light via gloom-stricken riffs and powerful noise ballistics. Mission From God is very much the magnum opus of —œnowadays power-violence—.
On October 7, Iron Lung Records released the new 7— from Column of Heaven entitled, Holy Things Are For The Holy. It’s one song per side, a twelve-minute listen. Which delves deep into an industrial temperament, something that is fairly new to the band. Side one, Flesh Prison starts with an eerie sample that immediately captures your attention and lifts you aboard a vortex of blast-driven agony. Where you are unknowingly booted off at the corner of —œDepression— and —œNo Fucking Hope—. Side two; “How Glorious This Hour” compliments “Flesh Prison” all the more with its siren-like nature that continues to manifest this virtuoso with more of a noise-rock driven demeanor. Needless to say, they’ve really outdone themselves, judged only by a —œfirst-through— listen. I recommend Column of Heaven’s, Holy Things Are For The Holy plainly because, it truly is a well-composed piece. However, it isn’t quite for the average Joe in more ways than one. This record is introverted. Iron Lung Records states: —œThis record is not for you. It’s for them.— and they couldn’t be more accurate.
Column of Heaven return with a bitter flavor of dismal noise installments paired with an industrial-esque tone that sees fit for a garage. Holy Things Are For The Holy will put you in an uncomfortable place... In a good way.