Saturday, January 11, 2014

REVIEW-PHELIOS-GATES OF ATLANTIS-CD

PHELIOS-GATES OF ATLANTIS-CD
MALIGNANT RECORDS-TUMORCD70
DARK AMBIENT/MINIMAL ELECTRONICS
COMES IN A SIX-PANEL DIGIPACK
PHELIOS IS:
MARTIN STURTZER

I.) GATES OF ATLANTIS:
Soft acoustc strings resonate over epic theatrical
synths.Dark, beautiful and mesmerizing.Various textures
blend in a perfection unmatched.Blistering tribal percussion
of the highest quality boom out underneath eerie ambience.
This could easily be a high budget film score as is.There
is a sense of grand conquest and discovery with each rising
and falling shift in tone and direction.Like symphonic black
metal minus the metal.Comparisons can be drawn to acts like
LUSTMORD and SUMMONING.This should have been the music used
in a film like PROMETHEOUS.The amount of attention to detail
and composition is nothing short of genious.
II.) TEMPLE OF YITH:
Dark empty ambience like a rift in space grinning wide.
The gates of Yog-Sothoth have swung wide open allowing
unknown entities of outter darkness loose to slowly
crawl and overcome our world.Eerie strands of synths
reach over the sky and devour the sun.Along the lines
of bands like ABANDONED ASYLUM or A MURDER OF ANGELS.
A walk through cosmic gates to nightmare realms hidden
behind the veil of human reality.
III.) SPIRITUAL POSSESSION:
Clanging metallic percussion is heard off in the distance.
All is a dim atmosphere of black minimal synths.Thick synths
saw through the air joined by slow tribal drums signaling a
coming doom.Like an army of horrendous fiends treading through
murky waters with murder on their minds patiently awaiting
their arrival to an unsuspecting community.Brief rusty scrapes
give way to a boost in moral as the wraiths march on.Cold
and lurking synths hover over gentle thumping drums as things
wind down to a huddled wait for the right chance to strike.
Possession is imminent.It feels like watching the slow moving
hands of a clock in an agonizing wait for a creeping death
to arrive.
IV.) HIBERNATION:
Depressing dark synths and the sound of rain falling over
a forsaken city.Church bells ring in despair far off on
a forgotten hillside.Dreary and miserable.The soundtrack
to a bad year and a broken heart.Militant percussion urges
one to suffer on through this despondent existence.The air
reeks of rain and woe.A second row of perussion attends this
funeral for the living.Tribal but malignant like being stalked
or hunted by this taunting life itself.Everything is out to get
you and behind each corner disturbing shadows await taking the
forms of your fears.Imagine a concentration camp and the look
in the eyes of those clinging to life in hopelessness.Now imagine
that look had a sound.This is it.
V.) NEW STELLAR AGE:
Thick synths with meat on their bones hover weightlessly
through a black dimmension.Similar the darker works of
SKY BURIAL or the more ambient oriented works of THEOLOGIAN.
Blended textures and hazy mist spread like a blurring fog.
A barren moor of dreary tones.The new age comes in whispers.
A slow moving pestillence.The air hangs heavy with disease
and death.No silver linings and no turning back.Minimal
synth dread to usher in the dawn of darkness.
VI.) THE SHADOW OUT OF TIME:
Pitch black Lovecraftian ambience and razor sharp cymbals
peirce the fog enwreathed night air.Shadows from celestial
gateways and foreign dimmensions spread like growing veins
across all life and vegetation.Rustling metallic noize strains
to be heard from out of the unknown.Drums like an approaching
Roman army begin the peak into our world.Slight industrial and
tribal percussion then joins and builds momentem as the shadows
draw near eclipsing all hope.Synths rush out like a mist or steam
and evaporate over and over again.The shadows are now all around
us and closing in.Embrace darkness or perish.
VII.) ASCENSION:
Rising synths ascend.Climbing a celestial staircase as black boiling
tar bubbles underneath.Again I am reminded of SKY BURIAL probably more
on this track than any other.Gentle and somber with hints of obscured
beauty hiding too shy to make itself fully known.Quiet and mysterious.
Hidden cryptic lifeforms hide on the peripheries of sight and sound.
All is cloaked in nightshade...Like a beautiful flower concealing
thorns of poison.A wonder to behold but not to touch.Pulsing rythms
rise as the ambience and general atmosphere band together and grow
thicker.What was once whispy and surreal becomes more focused as if
ready to attack.A rallying of phantom troops.The dawn of war.All fades
like a memory and drifts off into silence.Congratulations.You have now
ascended to a higher state of being.
STUNNING BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED DARK AMBIENT OF THE HIGHEST QUALITY:
8/10
-ABATTOIR-

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