Well it's been a minute since I've written anything, but sometimes life happens. Anyway, today I'm writing about Morast's latest release "Ancestral Void". Morast hail from Germany and play blackened sludge/doom that can flatten the Bavarian Alps with its monster sized riffs. Like a beast trapped in a dungeon reaching for the light of day, but it's shackles prevent it from doing so. Well that's what this conjures in my head. Hulking, ferocious, and tortured in agonizing pain. This monster is unrestrained in its anger, but defeated in its abysmal loneliness, and the coldness of the dark. Their dissonant rumble is made of a detuned and meaty string sections, with sledge hammer like drum hits, and a singer who vomits out every wretched scream and howl like a man possessed by some dark evil shit. All of this oozes out of an unhealed wound like pus, festering in its septic stew. I just really like the dismal atmosphere on this album. It's a similar mood to something you would find on an album by Grief or Primitive Man (not comparing them to either band, as this sounds vastly different), except there's something that just seems more primordial here. An "ancestral void" indeed. Cheers! -Samir
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