Here’s a little something I wrote while listening to this album, long I know, if you just want the goods to the actual boring ass review, skip to the bottom just above the links.
General Aseethe’s jaw cracked as he called out to sound the war-call. A loud waning cry bellowed forth from an instrument hollowed out of conjoined femurs sending chills through the spines of the weak and blood through the veins of the brave. Aseethe’s troops dredged forth from the depths of the ocean. Their wet clothes stuck to their skeletal figures, ripped and torn from the current of the ocean that had been their home since their final battle.
The war had been raging on for a decade. The opposing forces had defeated Aseethe’s army in an extremely bloody and ultimately self-defeating battle. The city’s troops had discarded the bodies of the men in Aseethe’s army into the ocean, bidding them good riddance as they washed the blood from their boots with the water. Unbeknownst to them, they had disposed of the bodies in an ocean territory known by the previous settlers of their land as a place to give life to the dead. They had not heeded the warning of those people whom they slaughtered out of greed and desire.
The civilians heard many unsettling sounds beyond the barriers of their city in the following years; harsh noises filled their ears to the point of deafness. Aseethe’s army had risen once more from the olive-green ocean and set up camp a distance away from the city where they had been for quite some time. Their skin had mostly been eaten away by sea-life, leaving the tougher tissues and tendons to dangle from their pocked bones.
Slowly they made their way to the city to exact their revenge, setting up camp periodically until the timing was perfect. The unfamiliar gritty grind of bone scraping bone could be heard from miles away. The hundreds under Aseethe’s command stayed steadfast in their military training, keeping pace despite their decrepit bodies and impatience to have what was rightfully theirs. The city-folk trembled as the sound of grinding bones and metal began reverberating throughout the city walls grew louder and louder each evening. Something was coming, but they had no idea what.
The moon was full. It cast the perfect amount of light over the city as its citizens partook in their annual festivities. Music blared forth from small bands of musicians as the jabbering of a thousand voices competed to be above them. Rumors were abound and filling the eager ears of the city’s people looking for a good campfire spook. An elderly woman, generally considered to be ill of mind with the elders of the city, had a crowd gathered around her as she spoke of Aseethe’s uprising, claiming that she knew of the ocean’s power to give never-ending life to the deceased. Although her stories sent the city-folk’s skin crawling, few regarded her claims as a serious notion.
The gates of the city shook as a battering ram smashed into them sending fragments of bone into the glow of the night’s sky. Again, Aseethe’s army rammed the door at his command, this time breaking the gates and the ram. His men dropped the bone covered ram and made their way through their new entrance.
Silence fell on the city for what felt like hours or droning quiet. The city’s troops rushed to the gates once they discovered what was happening but were met with the chilled stare of vacant, immortal eye sockets. They raised their weapons and fought, regardless of knowing they would lose, to defend their home. The people scattered like cockroaches in the light of the day. In every direction they went, they were met by Aseethe’s men.
Aseethe’s army pulled their swords and muskets and began systematically removing the vermin they had tried to dispose of unsuccessfully. Heads dropped to the ground, followed by the collapsing of their owner’s bag of flesh, while others were blown away, leaving them unrecognizable. Women shrieked, and children fled. The slaughtering was unexpected to all except for the old woman whom the city-folk considered crazy. She stood perched above the army on a wooden stage at the city’s center where she exposed a wicked smile, her teeth like a million poisonous snake fangs.
General Aseethe approached the elder woman, his bones and scraps of clothing now drenched in the city’s blood. He placed his long, jointed hand upon the stage, tilted his skull and took to a knee.
“No” the old woman spoke in her scarred voice “it is ours.”
General Aseethe rose up from his knee, and accepted the hand of the woman, pulling him onto the stage. The two looked around the town, laughing as the slaughter continued throughout the night.
As dusk approached, Aseethe and his army made the slow lumbering journey back to the ocean from wince they were reborn to renew themselves for the reigning of their newfound empire.
Aseethe, a three-piece from Iowa, play a brand of experimental doom that’s ten shades of awesome, and 100% worthy of a spot in the collection of any doom/sludge fan. “Reverent Burden” is the first full-length of the band, available only through my favorite format, vinyl! It’s a well-packaged single LP with a little bonus tucked inside. This beauty is available through Gilead Media, Howling Mine, Halo of Flies and a few others that are listed on their homepage. Be sure to drop by their Facebook, add them, buy the record and jam their tunes. “Reverent Burden” should not be missed for anyone who claims to like experimental doom, and doom in general.
Part One of four of a show at Vacation Vinyl