Habitus - Markhor
From Belgrade, Serbia comes the new doom/sludge project of Habitus, aka Matovic Mihailo, who also plays lead guitar with ZBEDEM. Entitled Markhor, the EP is ferocious, reckless, and impulsive.
Habitus | Photo: Krsto Mandusic
According to Habitus’ Bandcamp page, “This EP was created during the state of emergency and curfew in Serbia during the corona epidemic in March and April 2020. Closedness, isolation as well as an excess of free time in the house-shaped this EP and influenced its sound and atmosphere. This was my experience of isolation.”
All the instruments and all the production were recorded and done by Matovic Mihailo in his home studio "InHabitat."
The EP consists of five-tracks, beginning with “In Habitat,” opening on luminously glistening guitar tones, light and ethereal, trembling with lustrous color. A popping snare supplies the bridge to dark growling coloration, made up of viscous guitar riffs. A throbbing bassline and Jovian percussion form the brawny rhythm. A psychedelic-flavored hazy breakdown shifts the melody to shimmering culmination.
'Markhor' pumps out cavernous filaments of muscle, pummeling drums, and inscrutably profound layers of crushing sonic tessellations.
“Markhor Theme” travels on emerging tones rolling into blistering, heavy guitars, followed by dropping down to suffusing hues and light sonic pressure, while the drums build intensity. Surging layers of fat, sepulchral energy take hold, imbuing the tune with symphonic heft.
“Charging” features a death-metal-like intro flowing into obesely concentrated guitars accented by glimmering timbres. “60 Hours 60 Days” rides low-slung strident industrial piano notes on the intro, and then assumes a plinking, almost cabaret-like, melody rife with latent menacing textures. A staggering bridge leads to black floods of dirty guitars.
The final track, “Planet Slow,” starts low-down and slow, dripping with opaque hues, followed by escalating murky guitars, digging subterranean trenches. As the swelling surfaces fade, the tune assumes haunting, dreamy pigments on resounding dread-filled juddering suffusions.
Markhor pumps out cavernous filaments of muscle, pummeling drums, and inscrutably profound layers of crushing sonic tessellations.
