The Church Within Records Vol. 1: Vampire Bites
(The Church Within Records)
Doom Metal is a merciless mistress. She loves to put on dark make-up and brush her jejune hair in a desperate attempt to convince those that like to bang their heads in slow motion that yes, there is still live in her pale withering body. And more often than not, she is a shadow of what she was once was. But on very special occasions, she gets her shit together and fills dark rooms (or tombs) with her sacred light – this is one of those rare moments. Two bands, ten inches of pitch black vinyl adorned in fantastic artwork and three songs filled with riff after riff after riff, as if it Iommi's hand of doom and not a creepy skeletal claw. LORD OF SOLITUDE from New Zealand open the crypt with gloomy and eerie riffs and praise the darkness with clean melodic chants of sorrow and misery alternating with evil growls that work effectively as a live-cell therapy for the half-dead corpse of Doom Metal itself. Then, on the flipside, THRONE-fucking-HAMMER. In all honesty, I have not listened to anything quite as convincing as their 11+ minutes opus in a long, long time. LORD OF SOLITUDE are great, no doubt... but THRONEHAMMER are amazing. They have both heaviness and catchiness down to a science, as if an old dusty grimoire was their manual. Their side of this fantastic split record is the soundtrack to some good old fashioned grave robbery, both figuratively and literally: it sounds as if THRONEHAMMER are performing a Hammer Horror ritual on stolen SOLITUDE AETURNUS guitars and vocals that are nothing short of the gloomy sounds of the choir of the damned. On a diet of psylocybin and high class weed. At midnight in the longest night of the year. In a church where virgins have been sacrificed. With the amps to 11. I bow my hooded head in the deepest admiration. If the internet is your thing, point your browser towards www.facebook.com/lordofsolitude, www.facebook.com/thronehammer and www.doom-dealer.de.