Word association made me think of this band today. It appears autumn has finally arrived here in New York and that means winter is just around the corner. #Winter. Oh man that's a sweet proto-death/doom band, they totally picked up where Celtic Frost should have gone: slow to sloooow tempo smeary metal with deep vocals and obligatory "heys!" and "oohs!" Had I found this album upon it's release in 1990 I would have freaking LOVED it, I found it a decade later and kind of feel cheated that I missed this band when they were active. It's definitely among my favorite metal albums and it's amateurish production (well the mix is pretty poor in any event) kind of adds to the sincerity of the disc.
I played in many bands over the years. Some really good ones. I dabbled in a lot of styles of music but one of my big regrets is I never started a band like this. Just singular in an effort to be slow and heavy with lyrics about aberrations and forgotten thrones. I briefly played with a guy in a doom project he called "Burial Sword" (great fucking name), but we fumbled through some jam sessions with no drummer and the project never got legs. Maybe when all three of my boys are in school and the wife and I are afforded the time to have hobbies again I can start up an old guy version of this type of band. I've stubbornly held onto my bass gear so that won't be an obstacle. Just aged arthritis and expanding waistlines and proportional receding hairlines. I imagine that hypothetical band would look pretty rough, maybe we had better play in hooded robes or something. We could call ourselves something befitting like: "ancient ones", "one foot in the grave" or "my wife won't come see us perform".
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