I figured
it’s been quite some time since I’ve posted anything doom related, so I might
just take a crack at it (contributing for sure to Chester’s untimely
death_by_doom_reviews condition). Therefore, this month’s podium award will
have to go the chilean outfit Mar de Grises and its ackwardly named debut
release, The Truthful Dandelion Express!
Wait,
what?! OH, it’s
spelled Ta-tter-dema-lion? Like in tit-for-tat? Or just ti…
Ahhbutfuckit!
The Express it is then!
What
these guys play (hmm, didn’t I just say doom? Nvm…) it’s some kind of anything-goes
combo which, for the lack of a better description, might not roll your canoe if
you’re not in the specific mood for it. The compositions aren’t that
technical, drums occasionally feel out of place, solos are few and far-between,
vocals have that tortured death metal shriek to them and are, for the most
part, completely incomprehensible, while in the background the rhythm guitar
sometimes spews out riffs that wouldn’t be out of place on a nu-metal/metalcore
release (see the sixth track, Be Welcome Oh Hideous Hell).
Oh, and
there’s also that cacophony of sounds
that starts sometime after the four minute mark of the second track, To
See Saturn Fall, over which is added some
kind of a drum solo (because it really isn’t a solo per se, just a bunch of
randomly thrown beats with no distinct pattern that probably even myself could
conjure).
So what’s
special about this album in order for it to warrant a brief spot on the Tzeeeac
front page? Truthfully, I don’t really know. It might be the completely cool
bass at the start of Storm, or the piano instrumental Self Portrait No. 1
(incidentally my favorite track in the whole album) or that at times, vocals
sound eerily like early day Tristania. Those parts and the rest, complete with
all the oddities that this record has to offer, manage somehow to hold my
attention without making me want to skip tracks.
Oh, and I
think the artwork deserves a special mention as well. Two upper bodies united at the chest area while
“walking” in different directions of a horizontal pole might enter the
disturbing category of “images to put your kids to sleep on”, yet it completely
satisfies my need for compulsory artful visualgasms.
And that,
I say, is more than enough by my standards. Here’s a track, listen and maybe
search for more.
All hail The Hurtful Pantsylion Oriental
Express!
Wait, what?!?
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