Accompanying a stressful week with cacophony always does the trick, and Orlando stockpiles the celestial urination every August day for a post-afternoon soak.
Composing the following words must contain a distant thunder-storm for full understanding of how I’ve come to know the new Northless LP. The kind of rain that strikes as spontaneously as this Milwaukee birthed upheaval that can instantly stagger its heels before weaving the next explosive riffage. Oh, and a consequent nominal association to boot. The record in question carries the title World Keeps Sinking (out now on Halo Of Flies Records).
From breakneck to bulbous these arrangements offer several gears worth of time keeping. Introductory sentiments pay several visits to a main lined mid (space) post pace; swallowed and dragged beneath. Seriously, these riffs need some P90X – they’re huuuuge!
“From breakneck to bulbous these arrangements offer several gears worth of time keeping. Introductory sentiments pay several visits to a main lined mid (space) post pace; swallowed and dragged beneath.”
At first I couldn’t quite shake the nagging feeling that guitarist/vocalist Erik must have some estranged cousin in a Death Metal band. It’s not exact, but the pronunciation sounds li- OH DUH Piotr Wiwczarek (Vader). Intentional or not getting to hear a personal vocal influence, from my Death Metal tree spec, in a [vague stoner metal genre synonym of choice] band presents a rare and equally satisfying treat.
But then, it was time for Communion, and not the kind that leaves you thinking words like stale, tedious or sacrament. The eleven minute beat down opus reveals the sleeping genuinely progressive know-how shared among these four men. A relentless slew of time changes wait to stunt the predictable droning power made their own, but inspired by bands tribal to their ilk.
No, I will not use the droll compound name you just thought of – because Northless hurls worth their own tepid winds vilified by gravel scraped guitar tones. Tones tempered by hungering ears crafting their own lush proclivities that often quickly shift with jarring delectability. Softness emerges later as the prevailing mood in the fifteen minute tranquil trip Passage. Widened by patient riffing and clouded drumming, Passage equips the residual steam left over from nearly a half hour of doom shifted progressive rampage. Make sure to slow yourself and smell the steam before the spell binding two song conclusion that I will not spoil with words.
I’m obviously dumb since there are several records out by Northless that I haven’t heard (yet) even though I’d caught their name in passing. Not only that but their Facebook page lists Neurosis, Khanate, BLOODLET (!!!), & His Hero Is Gone (in that order) as the first four influences: several shames on me. By the way, this was the only record, other than Franz Ferdinand’s guilt trip of a disappointing chore if you’re into that (like I am), that you should worry about not skipping that dropped on August 27, 2013.
Exceptionally orchestrated and executed post-metal that sporadically summons a slumbering progressive prowess and control to seamlessly shift mood and pace.