| CD REVIEW Fall Of The Idols |
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Band: Fall Of The Idols Doom and the cold communities of Finland, it has always bee, still is, and will always be such a marvellous combination, creating so many opportunities. This statement also goes for Fall Of The Idols, a band that was formed seven and a half years ago. After several demo tapes, a mini-album and the splendid debut full length The Womb Of The Earth (2006, also released through I Hate), the band evolved and did also come to a steady line-up in mean time. Original members Jyrki Hakomäki (v; originally he was the drummer of the band), Vesa Karppinen (b) and Tommi Turunen (g), and newer members Hannu Weckman (d), Jouni Sihvonen (g) and Rami Moilanen (g) created and composed a worthy successor of their 2006-debut, again performing ultra-Doom with a modern approach and an old school-feeling at the same time. As from the first mesmerizing riff in “Nosophoros”, FOTI pays tribute to ‘older’ bands as, especially, Saint Vitus (listen to “My Home At The Gallows” and you know what I mean), Trouble and (early) Cathedral, yet without ever just copying their influences shamelessly, and more recent formations as, for example, Reverend Bizarre, The Gates Of Slumber, well, too many to mention, I guess. When listening to the final track, “An Age Comes To Its End”, I must also think about Samael’s old song “Into The Pentagram”, going for both the sphere and, certainly, those guitar riffs and melodies. Jyrki’s vocals are pretty unique, rough (but no grunts!) yet melodic, and lift the whole up to an own depressing dimension of coldness, grimness, sadness and melancholy. In a subtle way, the whole is packaged into a funereal atmosphere and even though there isn’t any Death-Doom-influence, The Séance has a close and morbid relationship with the Funeral Doom-scene. The Séance has become a magisterial, gargantuan epos and simply is a must for everyone who dares to call him/herself a Doom-fanatic. Since the new millennium started, Doom is clearly reviving, and bands as Fall Of The Idols keep the bloody knifes sharpened, the cloudy air darkened, and the endless Winter freezing! 92/100 Ivan Tibos. |