The act to create may be overlooked by eyes that are veiled, for where most may see it as just an action, to others, where the mind is intune with the spirit, this is not merely a creation, it is art, it is a ritual…true magick. For what appears is that which is unseen, hidden within the consciousness and now birthed into reality, even if the womb from whence it came is one that is wet with the atrament of malevolence.
A sacrament of sound in the visage of Gloom Funeral’s ‘Infernal Suffering Through Immortality’, is woven into a tapestry that speaks of cavernous tales.The same tales that entrances the mind to surrender unto such melodies,and in the act of surrender, the consciousness wanders into a new realm. Enshrouding itself in the melodies akin to 90’s Black Metal, with an aura of romanticism and vampyric qualities of such bands like Black Funeral, the early years of Cradle of Filth, Gloom Funeral casts their own liturgy into this cauldron, continuing the legacy.
The air which permeates through this new architecture comes in the form of the strings, for its thin and sinister tone adds a foreboding malice to the atmosphere, for it is like one who connects with the ink upon a letter, drawn deeper between the lines, so too does the resonance of the guitars evoke. ‘In the Dimmest Moonlight’ portrays this where the melodies spoken from the guitars adopt a fog-like presence, in that every note feels as though it is coiling.. slithering and dissipating, only for another to take its place in a different shape. In my opinion, this mysticism offers unto the essence of this EP a rather gothic, yet alluring undertone, yet draped with the cloak of Symphonic Black Metal. ‘Taste of Fear’ and ‘Crimson Blood’ in the same breath, showcases the prowess of the vocals, for if the instrumental energies built the very walls and castles, for which this EP is erected upon, the vocals would be the nocturnal spell that ensnares it, the very spell that plunges the sky into eternal blackness.
Gloom Funeral draws upon the ichor of Black Metal’s Medieval spirit, using it as the very brick and mortar upon which a fortress is conjured…A domain for the soul to lurk, to feed off the melodies that are spurn, to drink upon the flowing cadence that is tenebrous, and in turn give unto the soul an ineffable ritualistic experience.
