Hellish Form :" Deathless"

I often speak about why things like taste in music matter. It is because what you ingest in terms of the entertainment you consume says a great deal about you. Music perhaps more so because it is about the vibrational frequency you connect with. The same can be said of the people who create music, trash music normally equates to trash people, who are often more form than function.   This project has been dubbed its self-funeral drone sludge. They also claim this is a judgment of the purveyors of systematic transphobia. If it's more hype and pretense than actual pay off I am not going to be surprised with those credentials. The sentence for such a judgment must be a long nap, as that is how boring the opening track feels, as it creeps along trying to be funeral doom with none of the sub-genres redeeming qualities. At eight minutes into the first song and it has gone nowhere, nor done anything but waste eight minutes that I will never get back. 

"Transfigure" aches with more of the same in it's tedious pulse, that might be dark, but there is little to reflect this darkness against. The vocals are a lower growl for this one, but any message they are trying to make a statement with is lost in the dulled distortion. If the Bell Witch was boring as hell, they might make songs more like this. The hyper-slow guitar does not hold any more emotional weight. The attempts at the more soaring guitar melodies, never leave the ground. The vocals go into more of a scream and they hang in the background, making things less than interesting. Anyone who tries to tell you this is one of the best albums so far this year, knows so little, a punch in the mouth would be the greatest act of kindness you could make on their behalf. 

At sixteen minutes I question how I am going to make it through  "Texas is Sinking" two minutes in. There should be more of a build happening if they are going the gradual route. Given the fact the vocals are just an annoying rant, they are perhaps the worst harsh vocals since The Body. Then ten minutes in things go in a darker direction, but at the sluggish pace, they are not made any more interesting. "Pink Tears" closes the album. With seven and a half minutes there is more than enough time to build it into the direction of a song. Sonically the most impressive, it still does little more than drift off in its plodding drone. The waste of time makes me round this one down to a 3.5, making it perhaps the worst album I have listened to so far this year.