Doom, in my observation, is one of many expanding genres in metal. Churning, ominous, and sometimes ponderous, these qualities tie them together. You have the atmospheric existentialism of Beldam, or Fortress, but sometimes you get that sort of groove – oriented and downtuned asskicking inspired by the 70’s bands like Black Sabbath , Black Widow, Witchfinder General, and the subsequent bands that followed, Candlemass and My Dying Bride. This is in that school.
This is the shit that makes you wanna get a van, draw and paint the Sigil of Baphomet or some wizards (or both) on it, smoke weed, drop acid, and fucking blast it across the bible belt. These are good things.
This album has some pedigree, as the drummer and guitarist from My Dying Bride are in it, and all the comforts of Doom are here, melodramatic vocals, extreme, but articulated low end, and drums that sound like they’re being hit by the fat end of the sticks.
The title song kicks off like all those bands I had mentioned, and breaks into a custom – van style riff that grabs your head by the hair and makes it bang.