Captain Graves is on what we earthlings might refer to as "a tear," and I'm certainly not going to stand in his way. Enjoy his latest treatise. - Ed.
I've been kept busy over here at The Village. They took me to their vomit pits for a glorious session. Watching feeble humans excrete from every orifice is quite satisfying if I do say so myself, and I do.
When The Deadbolt Breaks' Angel's Are Weeping... ...God Has Abandoned... is far from vomit inducing. It's more homicidal/suicidal, and I really get into that. Destroying worlds and making people suffer is somewhat of an expertise for me. The first track "Centering Through Isolation" has a long intro, it almost turned me off from writing this review, but I'm glad I gave it a chance. Its atmospheric and sludgy nature reeled me in. "Blood Born" also has a long intro, but the guitar is trance-like and seems to tell a story on it's own. I do love wet guitar lines. It turns into a sludgefest after that, switching between operatic vocals and deathly screams.
"Sky Will Fall" is super psychedelic (I ate some of those fungi again) the guitar tone reminds me of David Gilmore. If you aren't aware, I love Pink Floyd, as any true prog/concept nerd should. The progressive style draws me in and leaves me wanting more. Welcome to "Floyd's Machine" (get it?) This song is insanity, and maybe a bit longer than I'm normally willing to put in for a track that feels like filler. This is not as progressive or well thought-out as the previous 3 tracks, I'm a bit disappointed. The guitar tone is quite offputting actually. "Color The Sun" comes back strong. Atmospheric and heavy. The lead singers vocals are solid as hell throughout.
You can catch When The Deadbolt Breaks, Advent Varic, Pathogenic, and Conduit on Oct. 18th, at 33 Golden in New London, CT.
When The Deadbolt Breaks has some vinyl for this album, and I'm really interested in checking it out. I believe you can buy it through their bandcamp, or Desert Records.
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