Foreshadower
FORESHADOWER RELEASE SELF-TITLED DEBUT LP
From Copenhagen, Denmark comes post-metal/doom/sludge outfit Foreshadower, having recently dropped their self-titled debut LP. No vocals, by the way; it’s instrumental all the way. Fortunately, the band knows how to roll it out.
Foreshadower
There isn’t much gen available on the band, except for few tidbits, like who’s in the band: J | J | S | and T, whoever they are. No indication of who plays which instrument. So we can safely assume one of two things: one, they prefer to let their music do the talking, or two, they’re cultivating and aura of mystery.
According to Christine Tsaprouni over at Metal Zone, their sound embraces “punishing post-doom/sludge that HYATARI or OMEGA MASSIF in their pomp would have been proud of.”
Encompassing six-tracks with titles resembling GPS coordinates, Tsaprouni asserts the latitude and longitude stipulations “are the pathway to Hell.” And she might be correct, as inputting the coordinates for the last track results in two locations: Auschwitz-Birkenau, or somewhere in the North Sea.
As the guitars begin to spill out frothing demonic timbres, the tune takes on vast flavors of coagulated malevolence.
The first track,” 50°02'12.8"N 19°10'33.2"E,” opens on a strident guitar flowing into super-fuzzed out deep growling guitar riffs atop crunching drums. A searing background tone, like cutting metal, infuses the harmonics with an eerie edge, serrated and ominous. As the song progresses it takes on actinic colors, followed by heavy martial intonations.
Highlights include the third track, “19°54'10.5"N 75°05'44.0"W,” which opens on a sizzling soundscape capped by dark emerging guitars, which ramp up to viciously trembling tones leading to cavernously pulverizing textures, subterranean and rife with dense muscle.
“23°50'46"N 90°15'27"E” travels on hallucinogenic hues seguing into low-slung black industrial guitars, oozing sepulchral energy, as if entering Hades on the Styx River. The guitars take on brawny textures riding on rumbling drums, as a tight portentous tone adds morbid accents.
The last track, presumably denoting arrival in Hell, opens on tantalizing gloomy hues injected with stifling suffusion from the cymbals. As the guitars begin to spill out frothing demonic timbres, the tune takes on vast flavors of coagulated malevolence.
Foreshadower knows how to deliver viscous wicked doom full of bloodcurdling dread and hypertrophic gravitational resounding distillation.
