Tuesday, January 26, 2016

REVIEW - AEOGA - TRIANGLE OF NEBULA-DEVOURERS/PALACE FOR VULTUNALES - COMPILATION - CD

AEOGA - TRIANGLE OF NEBULA-DEVOURERS/PALACE FOR VULTUNALES - COMPILATION - CD
AURAL HYPNOX
RITUAL AMBIENT/DARK AMBIENT/ELECTRO ACOUSTIC
COMES IN PLASTIC DUST-JACKET CONTAINING AN 
INTRICATELY CUT BLACK CARDBOARD SLEEVE WITH 
COFFIN SHAPED INNER CUT OUT AND WHITE PRINTED ARTWORK. CONTAINS 4 DOUBLE SIDED ART CARDS WITH LYRICS AND ALBUM
INFORMATION. DISC CONTAINS A RE-ISSUE OF 2 PREVIOUSLY
RELEASED (BUT LONG OUT OF PRINT) E.P.S COLLECTED TOGETHER.



TRIANGLE OF NEBULA-DEVOURERS:

I.) MENSTRUAL SKULL CONSUMED:
The first of the two E.P.s included on this re-issue 
release opens with "Menstrual Skull Consumed." A nearly 
ten minute piece that takes us into scorched atmospheres
consisting of rumbling dense pulses wrapped around rustling
metallic and razor sharp fields of sound. Sparse Industrial
percussion's clang and clatter as a thousand shards of broken
glass cascade upon the cold hard floor of a shadowy, dilapidated
structure. Booming acoustic drumming echos as a veil of whispering
voices cloaks everything within itself. An extremely ominous and 
absolutely haunting soundscape. Chants fill the air and charge
the atmosphere with dark esoteric energy. Bones and chains rattle
as corrosive sheets of static are laid over like a funeral shroud
attempting to conceal this wretched creation, But to no avail. It
sounds like we have pierced the fine line between life and death
and are gazing at horrors beyond our imagination and comprehension.
Things that the eyes and ears of the living were never meant to bare
witness too. Fans of T.O.M.B., FUNERARY CALL, COBER ORD and SHIBALBA
will definitely enjoy this. Ritualistic, mid-tempo tom drums take us 
into a funeral march through the furthest reaches of the abyss. A place
in a permanent state of rainfall, cold, ice and despondency. The track
seems to spin or revolve in a vortex of negativity...Drawing you in with
it's talons sunk deep into the flesh. A constant ticking is heard throughout
the duration of the track like a cruel mimic time that is no more. Grim to 
say the least.

II.) SEIZE THE FLAMING DROPLETS:
This next piece is slightly longer than the previous and starts out
with what once again sounds like the heavy hands of a clock thudding
like a mocking metronome to test the sanity of the listener. Bones
rattle as long-stretched, yawning atmospheres bellow in the distance.
Bones clatter like runes anxiously cast even though the outcome is
doom and you know it. Suspense and anxiety grow from tense to unbearable
as the impending feeling that a horrendous death is fast approaching becomes
all too clear. An unseen entity screams far in the background signaling the
approach of echoing percussive elements and what sounds like the crunching
of snow, hail and icy waters as a frozen river awakens and begins to furiously
flow. The track sounds something like being controlled while in an unnatural 
trance as you slowly walk into freezing waters to die against your will. Forced
to "Seize" the droplets of water so cold that it burns to the touch against bare
and blistered skin. Strange shouts fill the air like a search party calling out
for you...Too far off and too late to be of any aid. Tribal percussion's come
and suddenly the desperate shouts become ritualistic and sound more like hurried
and frantic incantations. Words of a dead language filling the air in a harsh
winter environment. Forgotten, ancient rites of winter solstice. Whatever their
purpose...The distant growls that soon arrive make it clear that it's a conjuring
of some sort...What has been summoned remains unknown, but obviously it's something
from another realm...One much darker than our own. Towards the end everything blurs
into a cascading waterfall of sound. White rapids of pure experience that crash upon
the stones of the psyche.

III.) LET THE SUN BECOME YOUR EYE:
This piece with the surreal title of "Let The Sun Become Your Eye" closes the
Triangle Of Nebula-Devours portion of this release. Close to eleven and a
half minutes of strange, otherworldly exploration that begins with crystalline
drones, whispering voices, monk-like chanting and scraping metallic elements.
Resonating ambiance rises and bathes the track like a glowing light shimmering
through a foggy night. This lingers somewhere between traditional dark/ritual
ambient and occult improvisation/experimentation. Their is a very ethereal and
spiritual quality and/or power at work here. Misty atmospheres fall like a haze
upon the world below as jingling percussive instruments keep pace and tempo.
Haunting flutes scream to the sky and sudden drums thunder like a call to arms.
Spiritual warfare perhaps? Long, moaning drones sweep underneath and stretch out
like the arms of the abyss welcoming you into death. Ropes creak upon weary branches
like an omen of fates to come. Horns are blown as if to signal a great work or event
on the horizon. Whatever it is...Remains a secret. Things shift into a more straight-
forward Dark Ambient mode after a while. Similar in some ways to TERRA SANCTA or another
act along those lines. Queasy sub-bass movements create oceanic waves that come in nauseous 
patterns as fluttering sounds like the wings of a moth struggling to take flight close the
track.

PALACE FOR VULTUNALES:

IV.) PALACE FOR VULTURES:
This next E.P. was originally released on cassette in 2005, The same year as the previous,
Although the last was a CDr...Both on Aural Hypnox, But I do agree that this edition was
necessary. Both pieces here are close to ten minutes in length and carry a similar theme.
"Palace For Vultures" starts things off with extending tendrils of sinister and foreboding
Dark Ambient built on twisting strings that entwine and form a black cloud that slowly 
engulfs everything from the vanishing point of the horizon to the skies above. Scraping
metals grind upon solid structures to create piercing waves of ominous sound. Cymbals 
are utilized like ritual bells to purify the air. Ringing through the eerie stillness
that we have become enveloped within. Crystalline chimes are heard in the far distance
as all builds to a climatic peak only to plummet back down into the deepest depths. Voices
cry and call in the background like woeful specters who can never find rest or peace. A
damned soundscape of cursed wraiths and lost souls. Agony and endless wandering with no
end or reason. A black void for the long gone and long forgotten. Howling banshees band
together as a melancholic choir...Singing inverted hymns in praise of nothingness. Cyclic
winds twist into black holes and devour all that was as moody, yet triumphant strings
arrive as if to say the palace of vultures still stands.

V.) PALACE FOR VULCANALES:
The final passage comes as a vacuum of hungry ambient layers stretching out above
clattering noise like that of tedious labor and tiresome work. Like a pestilence
slowly creeping over an unsuspecting village below. Slow drums plod and mirror the
pace of breathing as heartbeats slow to a crawl and eventually demise. This track
dwells and seethes in a smothering heaviness that steals the oxygen from the room.
A heavy darkness that festers and broods, becoming more severe and deadly with each
passing moment like a toxic cloud of mold-filled dust. The textures flake and fall
like poisonous spores entering and destroying your lungs. Breathy words are spoken
in repetition as if to mimic what's been stolen. Gloomy strings collect and conspire
against the listener like plotting carrion planning their move towards the freshest
carcass. If you've ever wanted to hear something that channels the essence of rot
and decay to excellent effect. This is the one to check out. This track will drench
you in the essence of death. 

TWO EXCELLENT DARK/RITUAL AMBIENT E.P. RELEASES COLLECTED TOGETHER. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED:

9/10
-ABATTOIR-

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