Walk Through Fire - Furthest From Heaven review
|Band:||Walk Through Fire|
|Album:||Furthest From Heaven|
|Release date:||May 2011|
01. Furthest From Heaven
02. Through Me They Bleed
03. The Dying Sun
04. The Dead Sun
"We didn't choose Hell, Hell chose us…"
When time gets slooowed down then it is the right moment for doom metal to take advantage of it and give some effective meaning to all those slooow minutes that seem like hours. So this time Walk Through Fire are on this specific mission to fill the emptiness with mud and distress. This Swedish combo, after a self-financed/self-released album, managed to return during 2011 with a brand new record - Furthest From Heaven - under the selective stare of Aesthetic Death.
Sludge and doom join forces forging an unholy alliance and everything takes its toll. Four compositions, 39 minutes and a desolate cover artwork is all you really need. The songs take their time to unfold, they're not in a hurry; and you aren't either. Lethargic chords and melodies expand their territory to burst into soul-crushing walls of sound through the rhythmic under-waves and the crawling riffing/chords that evoke a sense of mystery and overburden the atmosphere. One thing you have to admire concerning this type of music has to be the rhythm section: they don't have to prove anything. It's not required, sure, they do have to pace with the down-tempo music, but their key role is the fact that they're part of the overall ambiance. When everything calms down it has to be present in a lurking tone; when all the burdens of the world explode into a massive funerary pace of negativity the drumming has to be imposing and devastating. The percussion with its echoing essence as well and the floating bass lines must pull you under even more than you'd ever expect. Well, ladies and gentlemen, Andreas Olsson and Jonny Vigart succeed by any means necessary and perform their roles in an unerring way. The dismal chapel is complete with the asphyxiating screams that possess a sense of drowning from the inside, every single word is a small core of energy that inflicts its pathogen upon your vital sound system.
Atmospheric doom/sludge with a darkened ambiance for your soul is all you should expect. It starts with chords and silky drumming implying a forthcoming menace and bursts into the avalanche that "Furthest From Heaven" and "Through Me They Bleed" are, to finally find shelter into the realm of "The Dying Sun" and its ambient approach. It feels like a last chance to pray, before the final endless fall under the absent rays of "The Dead Sun". The funeral tone at the very end is representative, my condolences.
"…and there's no one in Heaven, for no one is saved."
||Written on 21.09.2011 by "It is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind."|
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