black metal
Released on July 21, this eponymous album is a little more than sixty four minutes long, consisting of only four very extensive tracks. They are: The Vomiting Tchornobog (Slithering Gods of Cognitive Dissonance), Hallucinatory Black Breath Of Possession (Mountain-Eye Amalgamation), III: Non-Existence’s Warmth (Infinite Natality Psychosis) and Here, At The Disposition Of Time (Inverting A Solar Giant). Quite frankly, while the band virtuously shows very good technical domain and experience, the listener is doomed to a very ostentatious, but monotonous sound all the way through. While it is impossible to deny the fact that the band really has an expressive appeal, and a hazardous sonorous identity, there is not much of a novelty here. While their style is majorly slow, giving to it a hybrid feeling of atmospheric BM with stoner doom, it is impossible to be greatly happy or satisfied while listening to this album.
Don’t get me wrong, the album is not bad or mediocre after all, and the heavy parts are impressive, at least some of them. But somewhere along the way, it is difficult not to feel deeply bored, wishing for the album to end up soon. Nevertheless, let me be reasonable here: there are a lot of amazingly crafted guitar lines throughout the album, and the force that emanates from its chords – at least, partially – are simply beyond extraordinary. But this wonderful moments of rapture occur only sporadically throughout the album.
Unfortunately, there are too little adjectives to play on here. While there is maturity and consistence throughout the music, the excessively extensive songs, and the lack of vivaciousness in the melodies brings up too much boredom at the forefront of the harmonies. While I do appreciate the sensible originality of the band, these four extensive symphonies do little to impress the listener.
While there is certainly a lot of talent on Tchornobog, especially in the way they conceive their music, their eponymous album requires a great amount of patience from the start through the very end. It’s not a bad album, but certainly will do little for your satisfaction.
Wagner
Don’t get me wrong, the album is not bad or mediocre after all, and the heavy parts are impressive, at least some of them. But somewhere along the way, it is difficult not to feel deeply bored, wishing for the album to end up soon. Nevertheless, let me be reasonable here: there are a lot of amazingly crafted guitar lines throughout the album, and the force that emanates from its chords – at least, partially – are simply beyond extraordinary. But this wonderful moments of rapture occur only sporadically throughout the album.
Unfortunately, there are too little adjectives to play on here. While there is maturity and consistence throughout the music, the excessively extensive songs, and the lack of vivaciousness in the melodies brings up too much boredom at the forefront of the harmonies. While I do appreciate the sensible originality of the band, these four extensive symphonies do little to impress the listener.
While there is certainly a lot of talent on Tchornobog, especially in the way they conceive their music, their eponymous album requires a great amount of patience from the start through the very end. It’s not a bad album, but certainly will do little for your satisfaction.
Wagner
