Inner Gateways to the Slumbering Equilibrium at the Center of Cosmos – Burial
Italian Death/Doom stalwarts, Burial, released two demos and an EP beginning in 2016, which were collected and released as a compilation last year called “The Aeons of Horror” by Despise the Sun Records. This compilation leaves an auspicious impression, which our friends at Everlasting Spew Records picked up on. The end result, Burial’s debut LP entitled “Inner Gateways to the Slumbering Equilibrium at the Center of Cosmos,” is one of the best Death/Doom records to come out in 2021.
Seated comfortably, in my opinion, alongside releases by the likes of Mortiferum and Worm, “Inner Gateways…” is a seemingly boundless juggernaut of chasm causing, horror-infused gutturals and guitars, meshing superbly with a rhythm section that invokes a sort of slow crawling viper. Throughout the second track, “Halls of the Formless Unraveler,” you can hear what I mean. Slithering menacingly through the soundscape, snapping at the listeners ankles, while maintaining the peculiar allure of all things venomous.
That said, the instrumental track, “Absent Visions Conceive Unspeakable Beings,” can be thought of as a fever dream, brought on by the poison. The listener falls into the next track, “Dark Womb of Outern Creation.” Listening to this song feels like climbing an endless spiral staircase, nightmares waiting around every bend.
The icing on the “Inner Gateways…” cake, nasty as it may be to take a bite of, is undoubtedly the title track. Nearly fourteen minutes of Death/Doom bliss, “Inner Gateways to the Slumbering Equilibrium at the Center of Cosmos” encapsulates everything there is to love about the genre, even climbing out of the typical Doom dungeon for several minutes and into a kind of weightlessness supernatural void. It is terrifying, but gloriously so, as is anything that screams Lovecraft as loudly as Burial does.
Outer World Graves – Devoid of Thought
The first time I heard “Outer World Graves” I damn near shit myself. Right out of the gate, listening as a guitarist, “Perennial Dream” was enough to choke me up. Holy fuck, those riffs! I said that to myself, grinning like a drunken clown, and I kept saying it from track to track.
The guitar work is diabolical, relentlessly so, and if for some insane reason you don’t feel like listening to the entire record, do yourself an eleven minute favor and listen to “Effigies Of A Distant Planet.” If, after you have done this, you’re still not convinced the album deserves multiple spins in its entirety, you have no fucking soul. The same could be said of “Sidereal Necrosis,” which was the first single, and “Four Cerulean Ways” is no slouch either.
Devoid of Thought plays a contagious and unbearably marvelous sort of Death Metal that exists in a gap somewhere in between Blood Incantation, Alterage, and Tomb Mold. Little bits of Witch Vomit hanging off the edges. Solothus and Krypts circling like vultures. They are just a fantastic fucking band, and “Outer World Graves” is without a doubt one of the highlights of 2021. Go buy this bastard right now!