*Artist: Black Vomit
*Album: Jungle Death
*Year: 2009
*Genre: Experimental/Psychedelic Black Metal/Dark Ambient
*Country: United Kingdom
*Format: mp3@CBR320kbps
*Size: 125MB
Tracklist:
1 A Premonition Of Inevitable Doom
2 Deluge From Hell
3 Condeclint5
4 Vigilante Night
5 Last Cries Of The Lost
6 La Pastora (The Shepherdess)...
7 ...Sage Of The Seers
8 Constdecnt
9 St. Anthony's Fire (Ergot Death)
10 Repositioning Chrome
11 Konna Yume Wo Mite (Such Dreams I Have Dreamed)
12 Back Beloved Cloud
13 Evolution Of Joy
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Total playing time: 56:00
Extended info
"The previous Black Vomit releases have had their moments of brutal heaviness, no doubt about it, but none of that stuff comes close to the utter blasting freakout that occurs here. When Black Vomit kick into the "metal" parts on Jungle Death, it's anything from impossibly distorted minimal black metal to severely corrupted digital grindcore, or a sort of epic drone-blasted doom, regardless of what form it takes, it's always drowned in some sort of bizarre fx and corrosive distortion, buzzing and roaring, sometimes totally obscured by sheets of rotten sonic filth and slime, or caught up in frenzied seizures of digital skipping and splintered frequencies.
It's not all blown-out hyperfucked black metal blurr though, and the album starts off all dark and rumbling, the first track "A Premonition Of Inevitable Doom" unfolding murky melodic drones and looped basslines in a black haze of industrial clinks and metallic chanting voices, a mysterious and entrancing field of dark kosmiche ambience. As soon as that ends though, it's right into the thrashing fucked-up horror of "Deluge From Hell", a messed-up, unbelieveably distorted black metal blast that seems to loop over and over, shedding bits of digitally corrupted noise and glitch, drum fills suddenly spiking high in the mix before being subsumed back into the raging black mass. It finally becomes so chaotic that the whole thing just seems to collapse in on itself. "Conderlint5" follows, a gorgeous looping sprawl of warbling ambience and glassy strings wrapped in a delicate shround of fuzz and whispered voices; then comes the awesome cosmic doom and fuzzstorm of "Vigilante Night", a gorgeous black riff grinding over roiling doublekick drums and bathed in a sea of smoldering distortion, like a blackened funeral doom dirge remixed by Tim Hecker and laced with fragments of malfunctioning hard-drive noise. The heaviness disappears almost completely on "Last Cris Of the Lost", a creepy tangle of keening feedback, electrical hum, trippy monaing fx and pounding tribal drums. The whole album teeters between passages of utterly amazing dark dronemusic and the fractured, digitally-corroded metallic heaviness.
With each track, Jungle Death seems to fall deeper and deeper into this bizarre blackened soundworld, through ultra-distorted ranting vocals and swarms of malevolent electronics, hypnotic tribal drums pounding into infinity, black winds of metallic hum and wintery hiss, monstrous growls run through severe processing, chopped up vocal samples and ominous snatches of radio interference, then morphing into weirdly damaged metallic groove and crushing industrial murk. Glitchy vocals and drowned melodies are washed over with waves of electronic crunch and tiny bursts of static that pan back and forth while sonar pings rise up from the depths. Speaker-blown riffs struggle to coalesce over a surface of minimal industrial whir, then pull back to reveal creaking noises and insect like chirps before a weird phased jangly guitar riff appears for a few moments, only to become obliterated by a blast of super distorted metallic indie rock crush spread out over a frenetic drumbeat that speeds up to a jungle-like tempo.
And then suddenly we're transported into a gorgeous majestic dirge, with operatic female vocals and epic orchestral strings and heavily affected drums swirling together like a heavy Goblin piece, before veering off once again into the massive thirteen minute epic "Dark Beloved Cloud", a whacked out feverish blur of blown droning black metal riffs and stuttering, stumbling blastbeats and wild noodly solos flung everywhere, sometimes breaking down for a few seconds into weird effects, or tangles of gnarly blacknoise, or stretches of epic midpaced blackthrash, evolving into manic Digital Hardcore like percussive breaks, fucked-up nintendo soundtrack music, weird breakbeats, Lustmordian ambience, murky black psychedelia and haunting female vocals, becoming weirder and weirder with each moment, truly hallucinatory, a term I use alot around here, but if it was ever applicable it's with this, this sprawling feverdream of blackened weirdness. When we finally reach the end, the last track "Evolution Of Joy" takes us out on a nearly nine minute swirl of krauty ambience, beautiful melted melodies and warm, kosmiche keys soaring through clouds of murky shifting low end and tons of spacey electronic effects, flattening out into a expanse of near total silence that closes the album.
Amazing, and indecipherable, Jungle Death is one of the weirdest "metal" albums I've ever heard, a high point for sure from these purveyors of "True Sheffield Black Psychedelia", and another contender for C-Blast's psychedelic black metal album of the year award, for sure."
Crucial Blast
It's not all blown-out hyperfucked black metal blurr though, and the album starts off all dark and rumbling, the first track "A Premonition Of Inevitable Doom" unfolding murky melodic drones and looped basslines in a black haze of industrial clinks and metallic chanting voices, a mysterious and entrancing field of dark kosmiche ambience. As soon as that ends though, it's right into the thrashing fucked-up horror of "Deluge From Hell", a messed-up, unbelieveably distorted black metal blast that seems to loop over and over, shedding bits of digitally corrupted noise and glitch, drum fills suddenly spiking high in the mix before being subsumed back into the raging black mass. It finally becomes so chaotic that the whole thing just seems to collapse in on itself. "Conderlint5" follows, a gorgeous looping sprawl of warbling ambience and glassy strings wrapped in a delicate shround of fuzz and whispered voices; then comes the awesome cosmic doom and fuzzstorm of "Vigilante Night", a gorgeous black riff grinding over roiling doublekick drums and bathed in a sea of smoldering distortion, like a blackened funeral doom dirge remixed by Tim Hecker and laced with fragments of malfunctioning hard-drive noise. The heaviness disappears almost completely on "Last Cris Of the Lost", a creepy tangle of keening feedback, electrical hum, trippy monaing fx and pounding tribal drums. The whole album teeters between passages of utterly amazing dark dronemusic and the fractured, digitally-corroded metallic heaviness.
With each track, Jungle Death seems to fall deeper and deeper into this bizarre blackened soundworld, through ultra-distorted ranting vocals and swarms of malevolent electronics, hypnotic tribal drums pounding into infinity, black winds of metallic hum and wintery hiss, monstrous growls run through severe processing, chopped up vocal samples and ominous snatches of radio interference, then morphing into weirdly damaged metallic groove and crushing industrial murk. Glitchy vocals and drowned melodies are washed over with waves of electronic crunch and tiny bursts of static that pan back and forth while sonar pings rise up from the depths. Speaker-blown riffs struggle to coalesce over a surface of minimal industrial whir, then pull back to reveal creaking noises and insect like chirps before a weird phased jangly guitar riff appears for a few moments, only to become obliterated by a blast of super distorted metallic indie rock crush spread out over a frenetic drumbeat that speeds up to a jungle-like tempo.
And then suddenly we're transported into a gorgeous majestic dirge, with operatic female vocals and epic orchestral strings and heavily affected drums swirling together like a heavy Goblin piece, before veering off once again into the massive thirteen minute epic "Dark Beloved Cloud", a whacked out feverish blur of blown droning black metal riffs and stuttering, stumbling blastbeats and wild noodly solos flung everywhere, sometimes breaking down for a few seconds into weird effects, or tangles of gnarly blacknoise, or stretches of epic midpaced blackthrash, evolving into manic Digital Hardcore like percussive breaks, fucked-up nintendo soundtrack music, weird breakbeats, Lustmordian ambience, murky black psychedelia and haunting female vocals, becoming weirder and weirder with each moment, truly hallucinatory, a term I use alot around here, but if it was ever applicable it's with this, this sprawling feverdream of blackened weirdness. When we finally reach the end, the last track "Evolution Of Joy" takes us out on a nearly nine minute swirl of krauty ambience, beautiful melted melodies and warm, kosmiche keys soaring through clouds of murky shifting low end and tons of spacey electronic effects, flattening out into a expanse of near total silence that closes the album.
Amazing, and indecipherable, Jungle Death is one of the weirdest "metal" albums I've ever heard, a high point for sure from these purveyors of "True Sheffield Black Psychedelia", and another contender for C-Blast's psychedelic black metal album of the year award, for sure."
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