Every Friday, a wagon arrives at the Sleeping Village’s gates, stuffed to the brim with our sustenance for the following week. Today is the day we must offload all this new music, and so, in the process, we thought it would be worthwhile to share some of our choice picks from this veritable mass of fresh meat. This is what we’ll be listening to today here at the Village HQ. We hope you join us in doing so!
On the docket for today, June 12th, 2020:
Behold... The Arctopus, Lord, Foetal Juice, DECONSECRATION
Unbridled aggression. Here at the Sleeping Village, the phrase often applies--yet rarely in similar contexts. Sonically, there is no formula, and there is no genre that remains the uncontested poster child for aggressive music. But...you know it when you hear it, and in this edition of the Sampler, we briefly discuss two EP’s that, despite vastly different approaches, are undeniably aggressive in character. Let’s get to it.
Angel Morgue - EP
As any of our battle-weary inhabitants can tell you, one never has a shortage of grisly labor here at the Sleeping Village. Whether it’s smearing tepid brains across hide, strangling plague-bearing rats, or deposing miserly sheriffs, we deal in blood, sweat, and the daily reminder that our little world is a disgusting and violent place. Angel Morgue provides the short-n-sulphurous soundtrack for such activity. If you signed up for something other than blatant Immolation or Incantation worship, too bad. This demo EP is 8 minutes of some of the more vile and cavernous NY-styled death metal I’ve heard in some time. Nothing original in sight, but Angel Morgue brandish bloody knuckles and proceed to pull zero punches. Angel Morgue’s sound is suffocating, throat-stomping, and timelessly violent. Very impressive work.
Ex Igne - S/t
Representing a more slow-burning form of aggression is Texas’s own Ex Igne, a mysterious outfit espousing a uniquely dissonant and noise-oriented brand of blackened doom. With this self-titled effort, the name of the game is extremity--pushing, pulling, and ultimately straining an element to a near-breaking point. Cavernous howls and abyssal funereal riffs progress at a sloth-like pace over a static-ridden ambiance. Ex Igne embraces a disquieting lo-fi aesthetic, and while the general mood is one of discomfort, the underlying attitude is menacingly bellicose. This debut eschews traditional song structure for a more atmospheric listening experience--and while I typically write off bands with their eyes primarily set on ambiance, Ex Igne is well worth your while.
We provide thoughtful reviews of music that is heavy, gloomy...and loud enough to wake us from slumber. Written by a highfalutin peasantry.
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