Now this is the stuff! Agonisingly slow Funeral Doom, crawling out of a long-forgotten crypt to infect the living with its venomous being.
It’s instantly enjoyable, how could it not be?
Dark atmospherics are provided through a combination of slow-warped guitar melodics and keyboard enhancements. They work together to bring the songs to a crippled, disturbed and miserable life. Bands like this are all about the atmosphere and mood, and Tyranny have bucketloads of the stuff.
There’s an almost tangible emotive veneer to the songs here. It’s like you can reach out and touch the misery. The music is so coated and soaked in despair and lost causes that it makes you wonder how the band members ever function in what we laughingly call real life at all.
The vocals are as deep and as dark as the music, with each growl seeming to stretch back in time over aeons. Perfectly matched to the music, the vocals are just another instrument, drawing out the depressive moods with cold, uncaring growls or eerie chants.
Aeons in Tectonic Interment is an exemplar of the style. Colossally crushing and hypnotically bleak, it does exactly what Funeral Doom should do; completely absorb the listener in the music and transport them to a dark, lonely place of torment and woe. Because, you know, that’s what we want from this kind of music. Oddly. But it’s true; this is an album it’s easy to lose yourself in, and I imagine that their live rituals are amazing.
This is one of the best Funeral Doom albums I’ve heard in quite a while. They know the sub-genre inside out and everything on this release is perfectly designed to attain the desired end results.
So close the doors, turn off the lights, put the music on and turn it up; Tyranny are your soundtrack to anguish, and we love it.