Dark Sky Burial – Vincit Qui Se Vincit
Release Date: 06/08/2021
Running Time: 39:25
Review by Dark Juan
“To conquer is to conquer oneself”. Words to live by and no mistake. And also the title to the record I am now listening to. Although to be honest I have always preferred large calibre superior firepower to mow down the myriad of enemies I have amassed during the course of my life. Preferably automatic and explosive…
Hello, my precious cabal of Nightbreed and Cenobites, it is I, Dark Juan. Are you all sated after a weekend of debauchery and rampant sexual exploits with the people whose set of genitals you prefer? And are you now back at work ruing a weekend lost to alcohol, drugs and wild and carefree abandon as you return to the grey existence of a shirt and tie and a desk full of boredom and ennui? Even though you saw Sandra from Accounts with her tongue halfway down the throat of Dave from Sales when you were out in Slough and you were appalled, yet strangely aroused as his hand crept up her skirt and you saw an enticing flash of stocking top, but concealed the thought from yourself by downing another pint, saying something banal about football to your mates and denying the evidence of your own eyes? Yes?
Ha, I don’t have to start work again till Wednesday, so I can continue to debauch myself, and more importantly, teach nubile young followers of the False God to do it to themselves and others, as their impotent god weeps bitter tears in a riven Heaven as His word is subsumed in sweaty, ecstatic, overdriven flesh locked together in orgasm and I am striding around, laughing my Satanic arse off and liberally distributing illegal doses of Viagra to any young chap that looks like he is faltering in his duty, watching as a man takes a young woman over the altar of a ruined church, grinding her against the beard of a crucified Christ laid on the desecrated altar with every thrust… (I really do wonder which gate of hell you crawled out of – Rick 😊)
That will teach me to nap in the afternoon after a fuckton of Manchego cheese before I start writing stuff. Quite how it went from standard office gossip fodder to full on religious defilement I’m not quite sure, but this is just how my mind works. Utter gutter filth. I have a pornogrind record to review in the near future. I’d better lay off the cheese and napping for that one and hit the ruby port to calm myself the fuck down before writing ANYTHING about it…
…All of which has absolutely FUCK ALL to do with the record I am currently listening to, being the legendary Shane Embury’s (if you don’t know who Shane Embury is and you claim you’re into metal, let’s face it, you are NO true metalhead. For all of you young people who are only just discovering metal [hello, you’re fucked!] and haven’t yet learned about it, he is the bass player of Napalm fucking Death) third release (which is part of a quadrilogy) as Dark Sky Burial, which, (not surprisingly, if you know Shane’s musical output, which is diverse to say the least, and downright musically promiscuous full stop – I give you his work with Brujeria, Meathook Seed and Napalm Death itself as evidence) is not metal at all. It is sweeping electronic soundscapes and industrial noise with ambient undertones. Moments of sheer ethereal beauty contrast with thundering basslines – ‘I Slept With Faith And Found A Corpse In My Arms’ being a prime example of just how far Shane is ranging musically with Dark Sky Burial, with Eastern influenced electronics overlaying a pounding industrial drumbeat and a smooth, deep bassline forming a luscious backdrop to the kino music. ‘Abraxas’ is harder edged, with a swirly, echoey vocal leading into a much more industrial sound. Forbidding keyboards sound like the grinding of gears as the percussive beat of Satanically fast machines assembling disturbing things festooned with blades and flails resounds around you. As the record progresses a palpable sense of menace begins to permeate it – ‘Beware Your Subconscious Destroyer’ is more ambient than industrial, reminding me of Scorn with added Shane Embury on angry bass. It is a tune that relies on atmospherics rather than musicality but can be read as a disturbing paean into the sheer effort it takes to maintain your own mental equilibrium in a world and especially a United Kingdom that is becoming an increasingly cruel and unkind place, where you are just a cog in a vast Capitalist machine, where people who don’t conform to the norm are vilified and ridiculed and harmed grievously. ‘Chains Of Delusion’ could be the soundtrack to the hallucinations caused by a bad trip – somber piano and guitars engineered out of all semblance to a musical instrument increase your paranoia and you start to realise that even the walls of the room you are in have fangs and are venomous and they are coming closer and closer to you, even as you stand motionless in the centre of the room, touching nothing but the floor, yet then something happens in the trip and you’re suffused with a sense of hope with white light surrounding you. Feeling joyful, until you look down and see that the floor has become a churning mess of viscous, clinging and acidic semi-liquid and you are slowly sinking, inch by excruciating inch into it and you’re helpless, terrified yet strangely unaffected by your imminent demise until it closes over your head and you know only ecstasy as you fade away…
I do love it when music creates images in my head.
Yeah. It’s safe to say I’m a fan, but then I have always been a fan of Shane and his music. If you like the kind of softer edged, gothic industrial that the likes of Blutengel play, melded with the moody electronic atmospherics of Scorn and chiminess and personality of Air, you’ll love it. If you don’t, you’ll probably be shouting at Shane to fucking play some Napalm Death or something, instead of wasting his time with this tinkly-bonk bollocks.
The Patented Dark Juan Blood Splat Rating System awards Dark Sky Burial 9/10 for an excellent record to listen to in the dark, full of menace and generally akin to the horror of machinekind steaming through a devastated world to wipe out what’s left of humankind. You’ll regret the internet of things when your toaster tries to toast your face off, or your internet capable fridge orders the ingredients for a phosphate bomb, won’t you?
‘Beware Your Subconscious Destroyer’ (Official Video)
01. Vincit Qui Se Vincit
02. Beware Your Subconscious Destroyer
03. Scars Have The Power (To Remind Us The Past Was Real)
04. A Union Of Opposites
05. The Last Gift To The Universe
06. Embrace The Shadow
07. I Slept With Faith And Found A Corpse In My Arms (then you should be more careful with young ladies called Faith, Shane.)
09. Chains Of Delusion
Shane fucking Embury!
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