It starts out innocent enough, but builds and builds until it is body-slamming you face-first. But at other times, it quietly leads you up to the table and then does the disappearing-pencil trick. This is great stuff for me who is an avid instrumental epic doom metal fan.
Can This Even Be Called Music?
The track titles have that eloquence, and I believe that the musical compositions they represent also share this poetry. The songs are brilliantly written and carry immense satisfaction at the end of their ten-minute run time.
Come to think of it, I own very few purely instrumental metal albums, so to say that Consolamentum is among the best of them could seem like an underhanded compliment. However, it is hard to imagine how vocals might improve this stunning combination of drone-leaning sludge and post-metal, and it is not a question that we need answered. Each of these five journeys (not songs) takes a while to get going, but become absolutely engrossing once they do. So heavy, so thoughtful, so ominous! Ippocalyptica