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giovedì 21 novembre 2019

Slow – VI: Dantalion

#FOR FANS OF: Funeral/Doom
Dehà, the mastermind behind the moniker Slow, is known for his vast expanses of noisy Funeral Doom. To me, this record was highly anticipated, because I loved the path from number 'IV: Mythologie' to 'V: Oceans'. It’s also special because it was the first Funeral Doom record I ever purchased. I was relatively new to the genre, but hooked instantly. From the start of this new album, I can tell right away that he chose to stay on path, without compromising any of the brutal aspects of sound.

I love how the slow riffs drags the melody onwards, with the haggard screams perfectly echoing the depressive and gloomy atmosphere. Like a descending vortex of destruction, complete with drums which pummels you to the ground whenever you reach upwards. Dehàs vocals are a mixture of screams and whispers, and has always been a hallmark of this project. It always fits well with the rest of the instrumentation. The synth strings are playing a big role in supporting the constant barrage of noise, and there is little room to breathe among these dense melodies of fading hope throughout the album. Whenever I catch a break, it’s only to harden myself for a brief while before the next attack ensues. There are some small parts of guitar only, but the eerie tone does little to ease the tension in this album. It plays like a single symphony of dilapitation and disarray, filled to the brink with noise. The overall mix if bottom heavy, and it feels steadily rooted at the base. The bass lines keeps everything level, and the guitars are never too loud. It’s like the backdrop of a howling wind, which blows only for you to hear it whenever there is a quiet moment away from the ongoing slaughter.

Towards the end of the record, the strings are more prominent. The album gets more intense, quickens the pace, and the guitar screams more. The drums are more like a march, driving the listener through an ominous terrain riddled with overture notes. As the guitar echoes in solitude, it seems like a fog horn has entered, and along with it even heavier drums and Dehás bone chilling howls of torment. The throbbing pulse is slow and steady. In keeping with the other great acts of the genre. As we journey onwards, it becomes more saturated, and almost drowned in a sea of noise. A clean set of vocals are following an alternate chorus line, and it seems to be working well, despite the initial oddness. Like a starting fire, the song rages on, increasing in intensity, until it finally dies, and only the "Elégie" remain. It’s a beautiful simple melody which starts with two strings being strummed, creating a sense of desolation and sadness. As with life, they fade away into a gentle synth and strings hybrid, which cements the feeling of despair and loneliness otherwise embraced on the album. A fitting funeral anthem to be played at the great departures of great men. (Ole Grung)


(Code666 Records - 2019)
Score: 85