March 26th, 2021 your new favorite doom band drops a bowl cashing album, From The Graveyard, that is punching the pulse of doom. 1782 has been busy since their start in late ‘18, putting out a full length, a split with Acid Mammoth, and then working on “Graveyard” last year. First listen automatically sends you to a realm with cloaked time keepers setting the scene with rhythmic bass and drums that keep bowls packing at a steady pace giving the guitar plenty space to fill your mind with so much low tuned fuzz you’ll have to cut it with an athame knife. Close your eyes and let the riffs of “Black Void” enter you, bringing you towards the sounds of water against rock and the smell of salt in the air, ushered into the water and encircled by cloaked ones, listening to their chants, dropping your robes and revealing your scaled skin under the moon. The cloaked ones keep their pace, whilst the leader chants, unveiling dragons of smoke trailing through the sky leaving aurora borealis trails blending the sky and the cosmos into one for the closing tracks “Seven Priests” and “In Requiem.” 1782 know how to write without using filler; the riffs and notes are purposefully there. Instead of long build ups, the band throws you in the salty marshes leaving you to pull yourself out, reborn into their coven. Catch “The Chosen One” over at 1782doom.bandcamp.com. Listened with headphones and through a system, and I can’t wait to pick one of the vinyl up and soak up that tone. Especially for the drop 3:20 min into Priestess of Death, BANGER! FFO: Electric Wizard, Sleep, Conan
The American Southwest is one of the most romanticised locations in the world, but there’s a darkness there too often glazed over. Sante Fe, New Mexico’s Heretical Sect are on a mission to expose the region’s long and ongoing history of horrific violence and environmental destruction. “Rapturous Flesh Consumed,” their new full-length for Gilead Media recounts tales of genocide, slavery, and racial, religious, and cultural persecution via a blistering brand of blackened death doom. Heretical Sect aims to break the chains of history and breathe new life into the cold darkness of the desert, engaging in aural battle with zealous oppressors of past and present. At the needle drop the band unleashes a wall of tremolo-picked fury akin to a massive dust storm ready to envelop all in its path. “Rising Light of Lunacy” is a charge into the fray. One can easily imagine clashing with shiny-armored conquistadors, pitting spear against sword, brother against other, motivated by the fire in one’s heart. “The Depths of Weeping Infinity” is a four-plus-minute spiritual roar tinted celestial by reverb-drenched guitar squalling. “Baptismal Rot and Ash” kisses flame to the mouths of false clerics with genocide on their tongues, building to tasty release with a gnarly guitar divebomb at the seven-minute mark. “Pit Abominations” sounds like a dark ritual pact with shapeshifting indigenous devils whose names we dare not mention in print—buoyed by the sound of wolves howling amidst the storm. By the time the album closes with “Ritual Inversion” your teeth are stained with conquistador blood, you survey your ranks, regroup, and steel yourself for more. And there’s always more, they just take on new forms. Know your enemy. “Rapturous Flesh Consumed” is as technically impressive as it is evocative, which explains its popularity on the doom charts. You know what to do. QC locals, hit up at Ragged Records & Music.