Stream from the Heavens

Quite possibly the slowest thing I have heard in my entire life, each song take 5 years to begin and an extra 17 to end. This is the band which is accredited with starting the genre doomheads of today call "funeral doom". The music is played at the pace of a sombre funeral march, with visions of black robed priests in a procession towards a catacombic vault occuring in your sights and mind while listening. The songs drip weirdness right down to the very strange vocals, which remind me of Antti from Demilich's guttural-yet-not-forced burps, but there are also very calming clean vocals. However, do not get the feeling that this music is calm at all from the slow pace and occasional clean vocals. This is the most depressing, unsettling doom I've ever happened upon. Each track assaults the ears and thought of the listener with brutal chords plucked again and again repetitively, whirling around your brain like a torrent of misery. Some of the coruses are repeated over and over, also, to give off a trance-like effect, not unlike a lot of black metal.

Musically, this is mainly easy to play. However, I highly doubt any band can go around and play this exact album, as it exudes pure fucking sadness and depression and has the most spacial production I've heard in a doom album. The music feels almost 4-dimensional, as if it is ripping at the space and time æther itself. If you are depressed, you will either LOVE this or HATE it, as it is definitely mood music. The reason I gave it such a high rating is because, although simple, it is incredibly beautiful without being pretentious or over-complex (obviously...), emotional without having soaring operatic female/male vocals, or even layered without having many layers at all. Digging deep within this album's surface, you will find the doom gem you have been looking for for a long time. Yog-Sothoth beckons...