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IZROD “Sarajevski Odisej”
IZROD “Sarajevski Odisej”
BY Octopi Mills
Once again I am given the chance to run the hounds all over the grounds of Signal Rex Records, who usually have some of the more obscure gems one might find if interested in the holding pens where they keep their own hounds...strict hounds of the devilish stock that adhere to code and rules and follow a slaves and masters sort of protocol in terms of who slimes their way through the door where not just anyone is allowed. A sort of code that brings the old No Colors Records to mind or even the old N.W.N label, and there's a few more but it would miss the point entirely if i were allowed to go on too far,
The plot thickens as we read of good old Bosnia in the promos and talk of the fellows being involved in some sort of black metal cabal, and this would have made my previous point even more sane and sound had I not been writing from stream of consciousness. And because of this I shall switch from the stream mode entirely.
Some old spooky guitar meddling opens the first song like a fool opens a grimoire, which turns into an all-out assault upon it's sacrificial victim- that is always you, the listener. The intent seems like the age old open the gates of hell bit, and it seems as if some nut wielding a dagger and a skull is at it again, There's a mention of "jazzy interludes" in the promotional piece and I can hear it. It seems Signal Rex keeps opening the gates to unleash various different species of demons, those of insect, aquatic and other natures. It is here the label is nearly like an old Solomonic book of different devils and demons, but this i have stated over and over before.
As for the music itself it is the evil and black metal variety, with a sound far off from the Scandanavian variety and more in line with the monsters that come from Greece, or somewhere I am not travelled enough to be proficient. Just as so, each soil has its own flavor, much like a meal.
The music itself uses the minor notes and chords as nearly as it is impossible to go anywhere without them and there is a blazing wild nature in the structure with guitars whilst the bass tolls around and drums smash things around. The vocals are of the usual; that hooded variety of old and late...you know.
"Siva Smrt" seems to take a near industrial structure and nearly seems like it goes too far to do something to your mind. It hangs on to a certain moment that at times hinges towards madness. There's a pattern that emerges of faster droning and dissonance, making up the code of the way the band works together. Sometimes they dial it back and make it more ritualistic and other times it just runs around like some blue tick coon hound on trail and those who know, know how far they can meander. But as for SR's house and the laws of science we shakily adhere to, this wandering is imprisoned within the time frame of an album as we know it. This seems to have been a good tried and true formula we agree to adhere to so far. So as i hang up my key and load up my own meandering hounds I look back at the SR estate and look to further development on these grounds.
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