Bad Stuff : "s/t"

Former members of True Widow are some of the founding members of this project, so it obviously has to be worth a listen. It opens with a creepy 1960's western tinged pysch-pop sunater that could have come from a David Lynch movie. The guitar rings each note out with a lonely, haunting reverb that is pristine. I'm sure someone will try to throw some kind of doom tag on this because it is slow and melancholy, something like "doom noir,"  but I am not hearing the sense of loss, and the darkness is there, but in light mysterious ocean-side haze.

Things pick up into a shuffle for "Grusome."  Some electronic elements weave themselves into what they are doing for "Summer Girls," which is more synth-heavy. If Lana Del Rey made a soundtrack for a horror movie, the results might be similar. This song does not get heavy but shifts in a more sonically dense manner. If you see this album on anyone's top 10 end-of-the-year metal lists, no longer believe anything they say, as this album is not metal, nor is it trying to be. "Invisible Man" finds low male vocals stepping up to the mic. In some ways, it's similar to Morphine. Not as jazzy, and almost more of a rock dynamic comes out here. 

"Creator" lurks with more of a groove than the vocals steer, as the drums create a hypnotic drone. "Hush" carries more of a "Desert Surf" feel as it's a more atmospheric ballad. Then "Nepenthe" is more like a heavier take on surf rock. They edge towards a dusty Americana-tinged version of post-punk on "Hush2." They continue on this path for "Human Crush" that finds a maringally more bluesy mood crossing over. The buzz saw guitars do not let up with "Commitment to Death.". None of the lyrics can be made out as they are being violently spewed with little articulation.  The last song is heavier on the ambiance with the lonely guitar emoting into the night as the vocals create more of a Nick Cave feel. I will give this album a 9.5, as it creates a unique mood with familiar sounds, and they captured what they intended here in a very endearing manner. You would expect this sort of thing from a label like the Flenser, but it is coming from Relapse Records 

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