TWILIGHT
Twilight Southern Lord ________________________________________________________
I’m not even going to
pretend to know who all the cool-ghouls that make up this Yankee black
metal supergroup are, but if the following names mean anything to you,
then rejoice and exult in the unrelenting grimness of it all: Leviathan,
Xasthur, Draguar, Krieg, and Nachtmystium. Separately, they are all solo
sorcerers stirring their own pots of bubbling satanic-goo, but together,
they are an unknowable force of strangely compelling devilnoise.
Twilight’s signature sound is a ripsaw wall of primitive distorto-guitar,
a rumbling horror-metal bass, surprisingly lively rock n’ roll drums, and
the expected barking dog vox. The latter will instantly turn off any
casual fight fans to this unholy mess, but I reckon that’s why they do it,
to keep the posers at the gates. Too bad, though, because the music under
the possessed puking is pretty tasty, a spasmodic trainwreck of graveyard
doom and deep-fried black punk-metal, not unlike homicidal 80’s proto
death-thrashers, N.M.E. Fuzzy and freaky, Twilight’s a pretty gruesome
delight, marred only by it’s cartoonish insistence on appealing only to
other hardcore necro-black-doom maniacs. Dudes oughta leave the forest
once in awhile.
I’m not even going to
pretend to know who all the cool-ghouls that make up this Yankee black
metal supergroup are, but if the following names mean anything to you,
then rejoice and exult in the unrelenting grimness of it all: Leviathan,
Xasthur, Draguar, Krieg, and Nachtmystium. Separately, they are all solo
sorcerers stirring their own pots of bubbling satanic-goo, but together,
they are an unknowable force of strangely compelling devilnoise.
Twilight’s signature sound is a ripsaw wall of primitive distorto-guitar,
a rumbling horror-metal bass, surprisingly lively rock n’ roll drums, and
the expected barking dog vox. The latter will instantly turn off any
casual fight fans to this unholy mess, but I reckon that’s why they do it,
to keep the posers at the gates. Too bad, though, because the music under
the possessed puking is pretty tasty, a spasmodic trainwreck of graveyard
doom and deep-fried black punk-metal, not unlike homicidal 80’s proto
death-thrashers, N.M.E. Fuzzy and freaky, Twilight’s a pretty gruesome
delight, marred only by it’s cartoonish insistence on appealing only to
other hardcore necro-black-doom maniacs. Dudes oughta leave the forest
once in awhile.