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Lacrimas Profundere's version of the famous "one where they stopped using harsh vocals", Fall, I Will Follow featured Christopher Schid updating his vocal style, Christopher Steiner discovering the hammond organ and refusing to let anyone else play with it for the album's duration, and the beginning of the band's decline into the irredeemable trash they play now.
Musically, the album shows the band still going pretty strong. 'Adorertwo' has a heavy enough tread, and a gloomy enough vocal performance, to sound like gothic doom(y) metal. Twinkling clean guitars pervade this and the rest of the album, maintaining some sort of contrast between quietude and overbearing heavy sections. The emotional guitar riffs and atmospheric piano melodies of the well-crafted 'The Nothing-ship' eventually join for a superb climax, create the most successful fusion of old and new Lacrimas Profundere on the album. After that standout, the toe-tapping rock riff of the hammond-assisted 'Liquid' seems pretty acceptable, as does the uncharacteristic solo.
Many of the strummed clean sections provide the highlights of the album, exhibiting the same blue funk as Burning: A Wish rather nicely. The repetitive guitars of 'For Bad Times' and 'Last' are already starting to sound like a more depressive Queens of the Stone Age, but that's still much more interesting than the HIM stylings of the future. The album's finest moment comes in the form of the instrumental 'And Her Enigma', a fairly simple build of drums, piano and guitars that forms the emotional and creative meridian of the album while being entirely bereft of distracting vocals.
Vocally, the album gets off to a really bad start. The opening a capella line "I cry for fate/ for you" is done in such a hideous attempt at a faux-American accent it puts a sour taste in your mouth straight away. Chris Schmid seems to be stretched a little thin on this album, reaching out for notes he can't quite achieve without sounding odd. He sounds best in his usual baritone, which is also when the accent seems to right itself. Unfortunately he sings predominantly in the thin, campy style prevailing amongst jangly Indie rock groups.
There are other annoyances. Some editions of the cover have the subtitle 'The Rock'n'Sad Experiment' printed underneath the album title. Now, sorry, this rock'n'sad thing is fucking ridiculous. Whichever exploitative, hand-rubbing manager or record label executive thought it would be a good idea to try and follow in HIM's footsteps by "coining" a new "genre" for the music, and came up with that abomination, needs to be fucking fired. And then shot. How fucking embarrassed would you be describing your music as "rock'n'sad?" Ignore this and see what you can get out of the disc.
There's still a lot to enjoy here if you like a bit of post-doom rock'n'roll, with the guitars all the way down and plenty of morose clean breaks. It's hard to decide between Burning: A Wish, this, or Ave End for the title of the last Lacrimas Profundere album worth owning. Definitely avoid everything after Ave End like gonorrhea, but Fall, I Will Follow maintained just enough of the melancholy of its Anathema-worshipping predecessor to be worth owning for those who enjoy the band's earlier material. For the unfamiliar, I point you to Burning: A Wish.