Indian are from the US and play Sludge Metal with added Noise; this is their fifth album.
This is Sludge of the most vicious, harshest variety. These six tracks assault the listener with guitars as heavy as icebergs and enough dissonant noises to floor a bear.
The crawling, abrasive sound leeches all of the warmth from the air as the feeling of cold, impersonal, urban bleakness saturates the sound waves.
The onward march of the devastating riffs is relentless and disturbing. Had the band limited itself to this it would be a monumental attack, but with all of the feedback, squeals, pops, crackles and noises that accompany the songs at just the right level of intrusiveness they are transformed into even more unapproachable entities than they would be without these additions.
The vocals match the intensity of the music, coming across as the bastard mutated offspring of a twisted three-way between the singers of At The Gates, Khanate and Iron Monkey. As impressive as it is harsh; the vocals are as unrelenting as the music they screech over.
If you’re tough enough to survive this aural onslaught then there’s no reason not to return to this again and again and again. Crushing.
6 thoughts on “Indian – From All Purity (Review)”
I am not a sludge fan and don’t know much about the genre really, but I found this, you hit the nail, crushing. To the bones.
I will back to this. It is not something you leave after first pass… Hell no.
Yes it leaves an impression. I love this kind of stuff, where the atmosphere and the physical presence of the music is so overwhelmingly dense and heavy. Great stuff.