Murphy
One pallid noon the kindness of density struck me odd. As I started to vociferate over, things, names, music, people that struck me as dense, the latter of this list sprawling into quite an oration, but that is of no import here, I realised I have a penchant for the aurally dense. And this my kind friends is where my adoration for Incantation begins, then propagates above and beyond. I've heard many say, with conviction mind you, 'Mortal Throne of Nazarene' is DARK! (if the tale is to be believed), darker than any of those frost bitten, makeup ridden, black metal cohorts. Woe to the soul who disagrees. I, myself, am not one to swallow all that comes my way with placid concurrence, but the masses might be onto something.
Having procured dense & dark from this havoc, we've found ourselves a sturdy platform to elucidate on the anomalous nature of this album. I thought to myself once, twice when the weathers fine, by God, Incantation has unleashed a poisonous miasma all fetid and damned into the world. Nurturing the doomed and sodden mien of their first album ‘Onward to Golgotha’ with a honed labour of love, letting burgeon a natural progression into the abyss. They’ve taken what I've cradled, misguidedly, over the years as love for ol’ school death metal and enameled it in a creeping darkness that comes at you from roundabout. Sometimes it trudges along in contented doom, only to jolt the neck and turn the stomach with brevity of speed. An effortless permutation of tremolo picking and power cords is a testament to the musicianship of McEntee and Pillard, this duel draped heavily with rhythms from top to toe, that is bass and drum. But, in all honesty, these chaps could be banging away at potatoes and carrots for all I care, ‘tis the summation of all the intricacies that are its splendour. No dichotomy of wills. A seamless whole.
If I were to grasp at the tendrils of my mind to make tenuous statements of ‘who are their ilk?’ I’d be bewildered by the pointlessness of such an act, but I will try nevertheless, with what I deem to be an apt comparison. Take Demilich’s ‘Nespithe’ from the year before, its deviant dissonances coming at your mind from angles best left untold, probing for gaps to fill... you know it well. Keep this thought. But now exchange Demilich’s angular fashioning with the notion of miasmas and you’ll be left with Incantation’s dense cloud that stains the mind with rancour. Not to dup the fool with this comparison, there is nothing special about the vocals, no bleaching from within, just a concerted effort, which turns into their biggest downfall.
Anyway, hats off to Incantation for giving me years entertainment in 35min blocks.