5つ星のうち4.0More drone/doom with the addition of the sounds of a munitions factory
2016年2月14日にアメリカ合衆国でレビュー済み
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The drone meisters have left enough of a trail to keep going for a long time considering the somewhat confining nature of their music. It's not easy making albums sound very different from one another in the doom/drone world, although SunnO))) actually do pretty well. I must admit however, that "Flight of the Behemoth" is not my favorite of the four CD's from these two guys I own, but that doesn't mean I dislike it, either. Sonically, it's fairly close to "Black One", an orgy of feedback and incredibly dense banks of drone and ultra bass frequencies. Where it differs is a few more chord changes here and there, and the inclusion of some very noisy and cacophonous sounds after the first track. It sounds like a power drill or table saw with pitch shifting and accompanied by what sounds like a ball bearing factory being bombed while the drone goes on behind it. It's unsettling, and frankly more annoying than interesting. After this noisefest though we get back to more familiar hypnotic territory SunnO))) is best known for. As with all their albums, it's not for the faint of heart or eardrums if you turn it up like they suggest, which I won't because I don't want my foundation in my house to crack. I have several more of their CD's to buy and hear, so it's not time to pick their finest moment, although I like "Monoliths and Dimensions" the best. I guess I should check out music by Earth, too, whom, coincidentally use the same band name as the original name for Black Sabbath. Darkness and psychotic drone - it's a winning feel good combination.
Five songs, including two remixed by Merzbow (who also works with Boris – the connection between the three bands is strong, as the Sunn 0))) guys run a label, Southern Lord, that distributes Boris releases in the U.S.A., and they have collaborated on an album together as well). The first song starts off exctingly, with a rising bass sound, but then goes on for over 20 minutes of booming and bass-heavy buzzing. In fact, it sounds like just a single bass groaning away, although I’m sure there’s more happening here than seems at first. Still, it’s very much like Earth for those parts. In fact, it’s practically indistinguisable from Earth on those parts. The Merzbow remixed tracks are a bit different, however, with layers of strange noises going on top of the bass, mesmerizing. The final track is called “F.W.T.B.T.” (the initials stand for “For Whom The Bell Tolls,” the title of both the Ernest Hemingway novel and also the Metallica song”. The full title is actually “F.W.T.B.T (I Dream of Lars Ulrich Being Thrown Through the Bus Window Instead of My Mystikal Master Kliff Burton)”, a bit WEIRD and agenda-laden. The track is more of the usual, but with some cool jazzy snare drums stroked with a brush in an almost Twin Peaks Angelo Badalamenti-sort of way. Very doom-laden and spooky, with some creepy moaning and groaning going on.
I sometimes awake in an inexplicably foul mood, wondering if I've had dreams too unsettling to recall. Fortunately, my lovely fiancé made a point of being especially cute and funny so that I would start the day with a smile. I listened to 'Flight of the Behemoth' by Sunn 0))) for the entire 30 minute commute, that is to say, through about 3 songs. This is an early album, but I'm eager to hear more variations on the theme, as their `Drone Metal' does exactly what I hoped it'd do, which is to make my music experience more conscious. If it takes minimalist soundscapes of guitar distortion and noises rather than songs to do it, so be it. During the drive, when I took the long slow turn onto an adjacent highway, I looked up a hill, through a gathering of saplings, at a new sun. It was so beautiful I almost took my eyes off the road, and when a mile later someone almost hit me while trying to cut me off, I slowed to let them in, not even mad. For a moment I took intentional distortions as a skipping CD, then thought of twigs snapping to build a life or death fire. The puddles at the edges of the landfill became ponds and the frost at the edges of the driving range became magic. This stuff does not make me `peaceful,' much less `passive,' but it does make me glad to be alive, and aware.