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Doom with an emphasis on the dismal side of existence is nothing new. Since its inception, doom has periodically and continuously tried to take the idea of agony and loss to new heights, but the ratio of revolution to repetition is more depressing than the music could ever be.
The Foreshadowing's debut treads these worn paths, but seldom has melancholy been so appealing or so accessible without the cheapening of its sincerity and depth. "Days of Nothing" is a genuine release with real emotional weight, but I wouldn't call it a "grower". One listen is all it took to recognize the thick atmosphere of tragedy and perdition, and that's all right. Whatever "Days of Nothing" may lack in intricacy doesn't affect its satisfying rainy day consolation.
It doesn't hurt that "Days of Nothing" is a varied experience. From the opening chords of "Cold Waste" to the somber half-ballad "Departure" to the album's departure with the ambient/vocal "Into the Lips of the Earth", there's enough contrast to keep things on an interesting level. Riffs rarely repeat themselves, vocal hooks are unique and not easily forgotten, drum work is suiting at all times and never gets ahead of itself or lags behind; hell, even the lyrics are interesting. Coupled with Marco Benevento's flawless delivery, this is one the album's unequivocal highlights.
"Days of Nothing" has professional written all over it, and it's only a debut album. Watch The Foreshadowing with keen eyes, especially if you can't get enough of early My Dying Bride or early Anathema and don't mind exclusively clean vocals. It's not quite up to the level of "The Silent Enigma" or "Angel and the Dark River", but it's one of the best in recent years.