The guitar lines are deeply pungent, artistic and dramatic, and the general layout of the music – although can be described as typically primitive black metal at a first glance – has a certain degree of audacious originality, as the band plays with subtle and slow harmonies, occasional screaming vocals, ferocious melodies that intelligently contrasts with calmer passages and has an organic ability to create a rudimentary, but nevertheless effective, diluted and flexible atmosphere, that dwells beyond the limits of its strategic rhythmic boundaries.
Don’t get me wrong: if you are a veteran black metal enthusiast, there is nothing on Ethereal Sepulchre that you haven’t heard a hundred times before. But there is so much competence, so much creative energy and so much vigorous, but sophisticated majesty, sidelined by a subtle, but ostensibly voracious degree of originality, as well as an abundant symmetry of elegant harmonies, that the work is completely worthwhile listening. Although they do follow the black metal old school closely, on the other hand, they manage to be so creatively audacious, perfunctorily genuine and objectively cold – disclosing a vehement, but totally unexpected propensity to sophistication –, that even their most savage moments are impregnated with a sordid and lugubrious level of poetic density, that becomes amazingly fascinating and graciously unique. They are never monotonous nor predictable, which is something completely extraordinary in this context.
Their sound is objectively organic and marvelously dilapidated, gracefully conceived at the highest detail of a sinister, but sensible, musical configuration, designed to reverberate at the most infamous galaxies of the soul. With a sound way more intelligent and complex than the average black metal groups, Ethereal Sepulchre – the formidable and highly aggrandizing debut album of BM act Tyrannic –, certainly can be consecrated as an instant underground classic.