The earth rarely has felt darker in the past 15 years or so than it does now. I could say darkest ever, but I don’t have the benefit of being alive during most of history’s events, so I could be off base. Add to that we’re in the time of seasonal depression, lack of daylight, and bitter cold that it’s hard to find any relief from anything at all.
It’s hard avoid thinking about all of that when taking on Onirophagus’ “Revelations from the Void,” their fifth and first in six years. A lot has changed in the world the last time we heard from the band—vocalist Paingrinder, guitarists Moregod, Obzen, guitarist/bassist Sir Vellum, drummer Uretra—a pandemic, worldwide unrest, continual environmental stress. What hasn’t changed is the role death/doom plays as a place to conjure darkness and unload our own personal devastation, whether or not it has been channeled from the outside world. This five-track, 48-minute crusher takes on the weight of madness and depression and twists that trauma into their metallic output.
“Hollow Valley” opens and runs 10:43, doom spreading as far as you can sense, guitars lapping as howls stretch, sorrowful melodies bubbling up the surface. The pace mashes as growls engorge, pounding as leads move slowly into rising steam, moodier elements bringing on the darkness. The playing then combusts and grows violent and faster, engulfing everything that moves, blistering before burning into the horizon. “Landsickness” hangs on monstrous chops, chugging guitars, and a trudging force that turns into gothic blackness. Keys unload as the pressure increases, growls boil and maul, and the guitars warp your vision. “The Tome” is oppressively heavy as the growls mar, melodies gliding through dark waters. Words are howled with an authoritative force, feeling detached and cosmically cold, strange vibes building and echoing off into space and what follows.
That would be “Black Brew” that spindles and stretches, doom bells knelling, the guitars adding strength and grit. The slow-driving menace builds momentum, spilling into a spacey vortex, guitars glimmering as the cold speaking leads a trail of soot behind. Gothy ice sends chills down your spine, the drums crash, and growls echo, disappearing into the ground. Closer “Stargazing Into the Void” runs 15:55, and it glides in amid sorrowful strings, lurching speaking, and the guitars stoking the furnace. Growls echo as the strings ache, setting the stage for a fresh eruption that decimates, and then guitars fire up, doomy storms leaving dark waters dripping from bare tree limbs. Growls poke fresh wounds as the sinew flexes, singing bellows in the distance, and then a last gasp of speed and carnage unite, ending in a forceful blast that shakes the earth to its core.
“Revelations From the Void” reaches us at an opportune time, the ledge of winter as coldness and darkness are at their apex. Onirophagus ply their brand of death/doom in a manner that honors those who created these moss-covered walls decades ago but add their own blood to ensure that this isn’t a longing for the past. It’s informed by it, but it’s very much from these times, when we keep finding new reasons to dread and fresh wounds to salve.
For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/Onirophagus
To buy the album, go here: https://www.personal-records.com/product/pre-order-onirophagus-revelations-from-the-void-cd/
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