| CD REVIEW Unearthly Trance |
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Band : Unearthly Trance Bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... leep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... leep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... leep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... These are the amount of bleeps I have to endure while listening to Relapse albums. This NY threesome pounds out fairly lethal sludge metal in the sick and creepy style of bands like Kylesa and Fistula. The band sounds especially heavy plowing through some crushing grooves at mid and slower speeds. It's not all slow, though, and little bursts of speed often accompany chop changes. Modern sounding, fuelled by adrenalin and delivering a definite stomp, the riffing is reminiscent of Yob style groove, but the vocals are the pure, unadulterated, agonized screams of a tortured pig. I'm sure the vocals have an immediate appeal to most fans of the sludge core genre, but for me the vocals are not more than one-dimensional shouting. The songwriting is consistently brutal and depressing throughout the disc. Massive guitar walls, pounding drumming and vocals abounding in power make this album more than worth listening. Peter.
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