The cold quietly seeps in. Rain’s falling, the leaves turn brown and will soon fall off the trees. There’s this wind from the North that really gets into my bones these days. In short, fall’s here.
And with it come our thoughts of doom and depression. Lost melodies of Vanha flutter by like a disaster-laden butterfly from desolation camp. And we dream to escape to the place of eternal spring and juicy summer days. So, let’s just all move down to Australia, count some kangaroos, drink lots of the local brews, and look for Crocodile Dundee. Oh, and avoid the poisonous spiders and snakes. Definitely.
But before y’all leave on a mission, we have some important metal news to share. It’s about Esogenesi. The band that’s weaponized Doom Death Metal and all its trappings.
For some reason, their self-titled album fell through the cracks of our review pipe somehow. But fortunately not too far down. And that is a good thing because them rough and meaty metal sounds that waft up from the Italian North will just make your mouth water.
It already starts with this floating spaghetti monster on the album cover. You know, the one looking for a docking station. This bizarre all-seeing eye straight out of Lovecraft. Now, this one made us pause alright. So much so that I actually expected a Vantablack version of metal to assault my ears. But instead, we get tribulation and sorrow, smothered in Death Metal. Well, this fits with the monster anyway. It does indeed float right over a bleak landscape.
The band truly wields a crusty brand of a down-turned version of doom. But not of the emotional and teary kind. You’ll get the smartly metallic version. The one that takes no prisoners, trinkets or other briberies.
The guitars are so far down that any trve sludge metal axe strummer will pale with envy. Or they just let the bass rip to the best effect. This is so bare-bones, it almost drives me to tears. Down to the throaty croaks of Jacopo Marinelli. Against which, only scant clear voice passages have been allowed through the wall of sounds.
In a way, this band sounds like the Pink Floyd of Doom Death Metal. The record indulges in these long and tortuous journeys into the land of sorrows. Like in Esilio Nell’Extramondo with its second half, full of dreamy riffing and subdued soloing with only a few growls kinda thrown in for good measure.
Boy, Esogenesi operates way out there in the left field, where folks like My Dying Bride or Paradise Lost will never reach. But don’t be fooled by this band’s somewhat frugal style. You’ve got to give this record a chance to deploy its greyish splendor. And it will do just that.
You see, it all depends on what a band can do with the tools at their disposal. Some have taken a liking to any and all gadgets to spoof their musical prowess. Whereas others – like Esogenesi – will show off with what they got. Or – more accurately – what they allow into their tune.
The band heads straight at it with Abominio. Already the way the pace slows to a painful crawl after about 1/3 down the track gave us pause. You know, the one that they then fire back up to some dreadfully hot, sad crunch. Or the way they meatily riff themselves through the track in slow motion in Decadimento Astrale, which sounds like someone drilling a tunnel through heated rock.
By about midpoint, Esogenesi slowly introduce a few acoustics and carefully placed progressive elements. Perfect timing, because by that time the relentless and earthy grind started to take a tribute on this reviewer’s metallic soul. Yet again, the band managed to sprinkle just the right amount of spice onto their heap of melancholia. Instead of opening the spigot of damnation and turning this album into a quest for the best genre.
So, where does this all leave us?
By the salted tongue of Loki, Esogenesi truly turned out to be an otherworldly Doom Death Metal record. All of that decked out in a slightly industrial flavor and a faint melodic twinge. An album that takes the solemn theme of the genre to the next level, and – indeed – beyond. With a take-no-prisoners approach that we have rarely seen to date.
So, hey, here’s to another remarkable record that pushes Extreme Metal to new heights. With true Doom blasting out of your headphones until the last tear is shed in this ocean of sorrow.
And that’s just the way it should be.