October 2, 2008
Doom Metal’s Moss Sears Soul
By VAUGHN FORTIER-SHULTZ
BY VAUGHN FORTIER-SHULTZ
Doom! Doom! Doooooooooooooooom!!
If you've ever toted a sign reading "The End is Near," or you've tried to convince people to stop being so happy, and oh, yeah, early Black Sabbath is your thing, check out Moss's new album, Sub Templum.
Four songs in 75 minutes sounds a bit like a Grateful Dead performance, but this ain't acoustic rock; it's doom metal's big boys Moss. Their second full-length album, after numerous demos, splits and EP's, can tear through your soul like a hot knife through butter.
The album begins with "Ritus," a barely there song that sets the stage for track two; the 2312-minute long "Subterranean." Chris Chantler's thuds on the drums keep time and encourage the fear that guitarist Dominic Finbow strums your way. Each interminably long chord of his resonates so endlessly, you feel like it's stuck in an infinite sustain. And then come Olly Phearson's dreadful screams; terrifying howls that could easily curdle milk.
Although your bass speaker is jumping up and down, you'll be surprised to learn that this band has no bassist; the incredible perpetuity of each slam on the guitar seems to have enough bass to doubly make up for their bass-player deficit.
So once "Subterranean's" final drifting note ends, 912 minutes of "Dragged to the Roots" begins with a squeal that'll grind at your ears and make you lose your lunch. But it's cool, because soon we've reached "Gate III: Devils From the Outer Dark," which is more than 35 minutes of slow pounding drums, violent guitar work and otherworldly growls of desperation.
If you often perform rituals involving goats, this CD would make the perfect soundtrack for your satanic rites. This is atmospheric doom metal at its finest, and boy, there is nothing pleasant about it. This CD will mess you up if you aren't prepared. Of course, if you're a fan of Burzum or Krallice, a connoisseur of heavy metal, or want to check out an album that can never be imitated, pick this up; otherwise, just buy another one of Tupac's many posthumous CDs, and live your quiet life like the sheep that you are.
Vaughn Fortier-Shultz is in ninth grade at Academy for Technology and the Classics. You can reach him at [email protected]
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