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grimdoom, November 30th, 2013

Evolution is just a theory. Disregarding whether you believe in it or not, it's a very slow and gradually moving process. Significant lengths of time must take place before anything of note might happen in any given species; and even then the difference(s), if there are any, are slight at best. To that end, what would evolution sound like? Its long drawn out periods of singular incidents happening sporadically and without warning. The life cycle of a star could pass before something new is introduced, but something does eventually happen, in theory at least. That's probably as close to a description of Longing for Dawn's sophomore album as one could hope to make. This is Canada's best kept secret.

The bands sound is dominated by ultra heavy guitars. Intensely long and drawn out passages of sheer hopelessness and utter despair fill each song while a bitter lead mocking rides over the woeful dirges. Brief moments of near silence coated in strange electronic droning are destroyed by the wall sound the guitars produce. The grinding distorted bass not so much dirtying up the sound as adding a new and hateful layer to the oppressive atmosphere.

Big drums fill the void left in the wake of the stringed harbingers of doom. The slow plodding and understated presence of each strike instills a near tangible feeling of dread. Monstrous growls finish off the assault with a venomous bile. The Iliads of the discouraged add the last level of suicidal bliss to each song.

If you could hear cold this is what it would sound like. Barron and frigged and all consuming. Picture if you can a frozen tundra covered in snow but without any wind, just an unnatural stillness. Alone and hopelessly lost with no hope of getting back home as the night quietly envelopes you. That is what this sounds like.

Not many things are larger than life and this is one of them. Funeral doom doesn't need keyboards to be effective and LfD proves this in spades. The production is light years ahead of their first album as is the song writing. This is art in its purest form, raw, bitter and created through pain; it's breathtakingly beautiful. Words can only feebly describe the wonder that is Longing for Dawn.