TOWER OF BABEL

 

Origen: E.E.U.U., Pennsylvania

Formados: 2014

Estilo: Post-black

Temática: Depresión y problemas personales

Enlaces: Bandcamp, facebook, instagram y spotify

Miembros: 

• Brandon Moore Letras, programaciones y todos los instrumentos

Discografía:

• Wrapped in Gray Demo 2014  
• Years of Facade Single 2016  
• The Lake (A Zweet Zmoke) Single 2016  
• Jezebel Single 2016  
• Veins Single 2017  
• Send Me on My Merry Way Single 2017  
• Gods of Pain Demo 2018  
• Wretched Flesh Single 2019  
• Gods of Pain CD 2020

GODS OF PAIN (2020)

Después e varios singles y demos Brandon, integrante de bandas como Suffocated by Misery o Necroscythe, por fin se decide a lanzar los cinco temas que componen este "Gods of Pain". Un trabajo que da rienda suelta a las distintas influencias del músico al mismo tiempo que nos sumerge en su universo personal , sumidos en una depresión donde el sufrimiento se hace presente. Lo primero que cabe destacar este trabajo es la controversia que pude llegar a crear entre puristas del género y aquellos más receptivos ante un black más experimental. Los cinco tema que integran este trabajo son toda una declaración de como hacer un álbum totalmente inclasificable, repleto de estilos y con un sello muy personal que se va haciendo cada vez más presente a medida que el álbum avanza. Tenemos que destacar la extensión de los temas que nos da la oportunidad a Brandon para que se exprese con un black melódico que podemos decir que está presente en todo este álbum. Un tema como "Old Wounds" que da comienzo con unas guitarras acústicas y melódicas y que poco a poco va ganando intensidad hasta convertirse en un tema de black/death con influencias post y progresivas, es lo más cercano que el oyente puede estar de un tema de black metal "clásico" en este trabajo. A  partir de aquí, y sobre todo en "Gods of Pain" Brandon se sumerge en una serie de desarrollos dentro del black que deben y mucho al progresivo, al shoegaze y como no al post-metal, al tiempo que las voces otrora violentas y agresivas, avanzan por terrenos limpios y claros, los tempos se muestran esquizofrénicos, capaces de dibujar un paisaje intimista y recogido, para acelerar y sembrar el caos y es también aquí donde elementos como la depresión o el abatimiento hacen acto de presencia. Brandon a construido un álbum que presenta suficientes elementos que podrían sembrar el caos en cualquier álbum, sin embargo Brandon se muestra preciso y acertado a la hora de mezclarlos ofreciendo un trabajo serio y variado, muy dinámico y repleto de musicalidad. (8,4).

1. Old Wounds 09:20

   Take my life away, rotten and decayed

Tear me, slash my throat, fulfill what I wrote

She comes to me in sleep, searching for souls to reap

She sews my eyelids shut

I reopen old wounds, thoughts so deeply scarred

Romanticizing relics, idols of the past

She's draped in rays of Summer; its warmth blisters my skin

Its elegance, unheard of

Pouring from my darkest dreams, distortions of reality

Dancing forth from blackened nights, obscuring what was once in sight

Filth spills out from open sores, taints my needs and my desires

Sunlight, I can never reach; I've been tattered, I've been worn

By this blight

She's draped in rays of Summer; its warmth blisters my skin

Its elegance astounds me

And death blossoms within

2. Lusting for Gore 08:41

 Come now and rise up from your den

And let this ceremony begin

This is your chance, don't let it go

Now and forever, you'll be one of us

Don't waste our time with simple doubts

Just follow the roaring of the crowd

With empty hands, you'll find your way

For we will feed you all you are to say

Eyes frozen with fear, petrified for this day

When everything grinds to a halt

Onlookers chanting, lusting for gore

It never fucking ends

Smear my blood into the sand, grind me into dust

Euthanize me tonight

The culmination of all that you know

The perfect ending to all that you are

One final bow as you take your last few breaths

This is the deathblow that you've been aching for

His brains now stain the sand

So vile, this sight

Rejoice; the inept one has died

3. Gods of Pain 14:26

These lungs can't hold much air no more Yea, they've been slashed up real good This heart don't beat that much these days There ain't much blood left anyways And all is quiet, motionless; dead on the shore So I'll take this pain and pawn it off, till you call me yours Just please don't leave I chase the star for days upon days, but still it's trickling away I watch the skies, I read the signs, days become weeks Melt into years, fruitless years Throughout these years, my hope fosters a hate Severance; isolation from that which I need My mind ablaze, yet my soul still yearns for Solace, clarity, numbness Something, just anything To quench this spiteful flame Depression's maw snaps at my legs And so I'll crawl, listless and stricken Gods of Pain, leave me to rot Always find myself grasping at empty words; excuses devoid of anything rooted in reality So Gods of Pain, please just let me be I'm suffocating, choking on the smoke of a body that burns Incinerating, illuminating the deepest corners of the soul Bathed in light, my spirit just might separate from these earthly bounds To join the great caravan of the deceased Now Could you ever have believed the somber hex inflicted on me? When I die, my disease will feed the soil It's always looming, this mortal coil So steal one glance before you turn; this is the funeral of all that you have learned You're writhing  

4. The Willow 09:04

  Throw me away, shrouded in endless gray

Underneath the docks, spattered upon the rocks

Your light, it dances no more

Your radiance dies, abhorred

The willow that stalks as you weep

The creature, which hunts while you sleep

You wish to escape but all shall be scathed

Within the skull lies your own grave

They watch you sin and analyze your deeds

You pig, you whore

We'll feast upon your screams

So let the retribution begin, pay back the trepidation within

In vengeance we thrive, our melancholic hive

With our eyes scorching your skin

Risen from the black depths, bringers of your mind's death

Ripping at my own flesh to conjure up your personal death

Risen from the cold depths, takers of your last breath

Rest your head in defeat; forevermore you're soulless meat

Rise, deity of reprisal

Rise, my glorious idol

Ruin those who broke me, rain down punishment

Rising from the black depths as you draw your penultimate breath

Disfigure my flesh to summon your well-deserved death

Underneath the docks, spattered upon the rocks

Your son, he smiles no more

But your crimes won't go ignored

The willow still watches you weep

The creature preys on you in sleep

You'll never escape from this torment that drapes itself over your face

Now choke on my

Agony

5. Her Malice 13:20

   No...

How can it be that I've closed my eyes again?

Wrapped up in the search for something pure

Just when I thought I'd found my peace again, you wrapped your hands around my neck

I should've known

You came to me masquerading; oh, so weak and frail

I bought into every one of your lies

I desired nothing more than to dig you up from your grave; but you wanted nothing more than to bury me in your place

Am I a pawn to the malice of others?

Has it been one-sided all along?

Dying for so long, breaking my back for your smile

Fruitless efforts unveiled, reveal the lie under which a fickle, frail-heart fool resides

For someone, for something

No...

So once again, I'm a marionette to your needs

You take advantage of my ignorance

Just when I think that I am safe again, you bury your nails into my neck

How didn't I know?

I was never myself

  54:51