On their new full length Twilight Upon Us, the Los Angeles based quintet Colombian Necktie thrown down a gauntlet forged from the aggressive alloy of hardcore and sludge with a mighty thunderclap of low end groove and robust riffs. While the album is a relatively short one, there is a lot to appreciate about it that isn’t necessarily apparent upon a first listen. If one had to describe the music in a single word, the most fitting term would have to be that vibrant adjective known as refreshing.
“Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.” – The Metamorphosis
In ‘The Metamorphosis’, Franz Kafka describes the surprise and horror of going to sleep as a human and waking up as a hideous insect. The process is gradual and almost feels like it’s exactly what should happen, but in the end, Gregor Samsa realizes that he has become a monster. Since 2009, Mortals has undergone a dirty transformation into the crusty, blackened sludge metal band that absolutely crushes on ‘Cursed to See the Future’.
When the human heart stops beating, the cells and tissues of the body stop receiving oxygen. Brain cells will quickly start to die and blood will begin to drain from the capillaries and start on the journey to settle in lower-lying portions of the flesh. Rigor mortis sets in hours after death, the body begins to cool. As the cells die, bacteria begins breaking them down and the human form begins to take on a sunken in appearance. A gruesome smell takes hold. The lungs begin to expel fluid through the mouth and nose. Decay has set in.
“I think that someone is trying to kill me!”, the opening lyric to Mastodon’s 2004 Moby Dick inspired magnum opus Leviathan, most likely will never attain the immortal renown bestowed upon Herman Melville’s “Call me Ishmael.”, but like the album it inaugurates, this line channels the spirit of the story’s themes on a level that few concept records are able to truly grasp. Whether it gives voice to the dangers of obsession and attaining a modicum of spiteful revenge, the elemental force of water and her enormous seas, or adventure through adversity’s countless obstacles; Leviathan is arguably the greatest metal album borne of the 19th century. Closeted away in the ether of Mr. Jones’ locker for scores of years, this gargantuan tempest of ideas for a metal record was merely awaiting someone to come along and translate it into crashing waves of sound.
Everyone is entitled to a little nostalgia. Everyone is not entitled to whining. Old timers waxing forlornly about THE GOOD OLE DAYS, before that newfangled internet came along and “ruined music” are whining. While trading culture was more personal and more exclusive, the internet allowed metal and metal fans to connect across the globe. Without the internet, it’s highly unlikely that many of us would hear of bands from far off places like New Zealand. Specifically we’d be missing out on Exordium Mors’ offering, The Apotheosis of Death.
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