The Howling Wind - Into the Cyrosphere
April 8 2010 at 08:32:52 PM
The miracle of order runs out. Ryan Lipynsky tirelessly plumbs the depths of hyper-obsessive post-Palahniuk metal (a “brand” of his very own making, mind you), tin hat firmly in place. More times than not, The Howling Wind’s second full-length,
Into the Cryosphere, (thankfully) waxes Darkthrone waxing Celtic Frost waxing Venom and throws the firm-footed scorch off-balance with lyrics bespeaking sci-fi tracts heralding urban death from dropping stars, city centers gone ur-primitive and depleted of “sustaining” commerce.
Music’s acutely focused—zip-codes from the (enjoyable) beer blast of
Pestilence & Peril, a contained war of numbing—but fantastic—attrition. Lipynsky’s riffs work clotted scrum around basic, ham-fisted battery. Ambient washes and assorted lysergic blah cloud the picture, reminding listeners this ain’t—yawn—bedroom “Black Metal,” but rather bastardized, steel-fisted take on Zelazny upon white horse. End is near; get thee to library and check out Drabble’s
The Ice Age. Tell ‘em Melvin sent ya.
[Stewart Voegtlin]
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