Jokingly when I was first sent this album. The title alone made me kind of laugh, and I thought with this sort of goofy moniker, that this was just going to of course be another 4th rate Black Metal band / record that I was going to end up reviewing. All I kept thinking was Not necessariis…probably duplicitiis…And reeks like old carnitas! Granted to those reading this, that might sound like some kind of cruel bias or slander but I don’t care, it made me laugh so I thought I would share that with you. So, now that I have had an opportunity to listen to this CD, aside from the misjudgment of Metal classification, COLDUN actually are a more Power / Doom Metal style if you can grasp that almost inconceivable fusion. The music here, even though played at a level far more superior than most CDs that I get to review. The music and the talent of these players are just rendered unnecessary and coincidentally enough, each song sounds just like the last. Same riffs more or less, same beat pattern, same vocal structure and delivery…Hence, the duplicity of this record. And again let it not be said that these musicians suck. No on the contrary they are well versed in their instruments, you could say that, the musicians of COLDUN are of quality. Almost like veterans of an era since forgotten. The real problem however, lies in the arrangements of the songs themselves, and the overall core of this acts songwriting. COLDUN are forgettable and unfortunately also left to rot, in the cut-out bin, as-they-say because of that fact. Ultimately the rot of this act, and absolutley what kills this band instantly uponhim stepping up to the mic, is the vocalist. This is where the reeks like old carnitas fits in. Thankfully his name is not known nor is it listed on the band’s website, and so with this obvious glom over of character, if COLDUN want to survive they need to let this guy go. Absurd is what flashes in my mind when I hear this guy attempt to sing. If it’s as if a deaf man, who once could hear, has tried what others should have begged him not to do and that was to go out of mind and front a Metal band! On and on, song after song of the same out of key, wailing ughhhhhnnaughh…ughhhhnaughhh…Jesus Christ already, shut up! Another apt description would be Pete Steele of TYPE O NEGATIVE piss fucking drunk, in a bar on the bowery attempting to liven the place up, with his trousers around his ankles trying to fuck a karaoke machine with the mic shoved in his mouth! Or if that doesn’t put a grimacing picture in your mind, imagine if you will a mortally wounded Messiah Marcolin trying to belt out ‘Demons Gate’ with his throat cut or Nick Holmes from PARADISE LOST with a noose around his neck, attempting to sing as the rope tightens around his larynx and cuts ever so deep into his flesh. Absymal. Contact: coldun@gmx.de or www.coldun.de