Methadrone - Sterility
May 9 2008 at 07:34:02 AM
Incantation's Craig Pillard speaks through the low-end. What began as a collection of depression-soaked anti-songs doled out by dual bass guitars hemorrhaging sounds of damage and addiction (Pillard developed a junk habit sometime during the late '90s and soon relocated to a tent on top of a squat building. He’s clean now.) has since become a more lucid expression of life on the down.
Conveyed through a moody atmosphere of droning bass notes, grizzly snores, acoustic guitar, creaky southern drawl courtesy of Lycia’s David Galas and Bloody Kissed keyboards fueled softly into cheerless loops,
Sterility’s eight tracks take the form of morose self-portraits distorted by waves of feedback in the glare of Jersey meltwater. An hour of listless wandering finally brought to completion through a ten-minute surge of harmonic reverb colliding with low-e rattling stirred from the otherwise solemn undertow. It's a bit less than lethal, but better off as some euphoric delay a la The Smith’s “How Soon Is Now” is crushed by the hand of Doom for a finale that imparts the blue hour of a morning comedown. Recommended.
[Todd DePalma]
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