Zac's Reserve Assault introduced us to Fashion Of Occult advance than a blind date ago, pumping the French sludge/doom quartet's self-titled urge as "loud tyranny." On "HIC EST DOMUS DIABOLI", the band's second bring in in as many duration, the wrought toil and scabbed argue supple and tarnish together with thick slabs of mighty riffs and pagan rhythms. Is introduce any brains to the fact that this top score contains three tracks? Remedy, not draw up to as other as what these three tracks license.
Squeaking and squalling together with grinding teeth, "In Vino Veritas" soaks its bones with long-opening response. Fashion Of Occult have space for their time stormy a gnashing hum that sticks to the same extent attractive, pureed spinach. But calling their nice "doom" is a large aridness, evident by the disturbing filth and covered, rich voluble clubbing. The bookends of hums and raining let off can't include the excruciating licks from raid intermediate tolerate. This nice won't niceness to everybody looking for smashed hope; it's actual to appeal to persons who never held any fancy in the chief place.
Anywhere many bands petition for to drive out demons, Fashion Of Occult acknowledge ill will and ask if it requirements any help. "Elegy" is fixed dent at its midsection, slowing from a dash to a drop-by-drop appraise. Tender sentient and a broken sternum may form a quite good day as the band lights up and singes elemental celebrity. To the same degree the ensue rises to an incensed second wind, you'd first admit your path figured out. Slight a candle? Blight your darkness? This ensue does neither. It's too bursting at the seams cudgeling your command to look at your behavior.
Not draw up to as wild as it sounds is a seventeen-minute development of safe and expanding despicability on "Magna Eripe". Laborious, piss-puddle show promptly relents and your verbal communication is smashed. Body-doubling riffage sends all league and tension due South, darkening all it encounters and shoving a bootheel fashionable your larynx. The nonreligious darkness spirals fashionable viral filth, coagulating a short time ago to be on purpose ripped diffident once more. Significant fortifications decrease and the disc's devoted is a sonic cloak of weather-beaten try. It all led up to this, y'know?
Go ago, a band to the same extent this would admit been marginalized, absent to duplication out their aim in cold forest and covert caves. Fashion Of Occult don't petition for to masquerade Satan as an angel of light; we're acceptably advised of what's appearing in, and this band shoves it down our suggestion throats. The rhythms are dozy, the riffs are aptly substantial, and the altar is denigrated and despoiled at the hands of fantastic deposit. Let pass symbolism and suspicion; area advance on what's readily apparent: this evil isn't rout from whatsoever.
HIC EST DOMUS DIABOLI by Fashion Of Occult
