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Reviews – False Light – BLABBERMOUTH.NET

01. Leviathan
02. Salt Paradise
03. Phoenix
04. Silence Circles
05. Echoes In Eternity
06. Cronus
07. False Gentle
08. Downfall

Avant-garde experimentalists to their twisted core, WHITE WARD regard black metallic as a automobile, one that may transport the Ukrainians wherever they rattling nicely please. “False Gentle” comprises loads of the frostbitten good things, in fact: opener “Leviathan” is a minimum of 50 p.c bombast and extremity echoing the heaviest moments of earlier albums “Futility Report” and “Love Change Failure”.

However what all the time occurs when this ingenious band unveil a brand new physique of labor is the eventual dismantling and rebuilding of each anticipated cliché. “Leviathan” is a 13-minute extravaganza, showcasing the dynamic extremes of WHITE WARD‘s uniquely bizarre sonic imaginative and prescient. The preliminary storm of blistering blastbeats dissolves into an anaesthetizing wash of post-everything ooze, with a mellifluous horn solo drifting up into the nocturnal haze. The riffs chill in, accompanied by sonorous sax and frontman (and bassist) Andrey Pechatkin‘s coruscating screech, earlier than one other onslaught of gleeful violence and a haunting fade to black.

The remainder of “False Gentle” follows no standard sample and infrequently does the anticipated, and but the general impact is to enshroud the listener in a reassuring cocoon of weirdness. With tangential shades of BOHREN AND DER CLUB OF GORE and Angelo Badalamenti‘s “Twin Peaks” soundtracks, songs just like the sleepwalker’s waltz of “Salt Paradise” (once more, embellished with a beautiful horn solo) supply no musical connection to black metallic by any means, which is the type of avowedly non-conformist factor that black metallic bands most likely ought to be doing. The identical applies to the sleazy jazz undertones which are woven seamlessly right into a fiery monolith to the frozen north like “Phoenix”, a track that additionally, audaciously, assimilates darkish synth pop into its bewitching brew. “Silence Circles” begins as a treacly, atmospheric wall of sound, earlier than exploding into cascading waves of blackened pomp; “Echoes In Eternity” is soulful ghost jazz fed by defective electrics.

Even at their most aggressive, WHITE WARD are incapable of toeing the road. “Cronus” is a barbaric, unrelenting factor, book-ended by jittery, Michael Gira-esque post-punk and mournful, sax-augmented doom. The primary 5 minutes of the title observe are additionally admirably vicious, whereas the track’s eerie, out-of-focus coda sounds beamed in from one other realm. As its final breath fades away, “False Gentle” leaves hint recollections and lasting resonances, like a surreal nightmare that skims too near actuality. In the meantime, closing fever dream “Downfall” marries minimalist piano and swathes of reverb with some unbearably poignant spoken phrase. In troubled instances for his or her house nation, WHITE WARD are conjuring darkish and daring artwork with a perverse however poetic soul. Extra energy to their noble and fearless imaginative and prescient.

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