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There’s a reason they call this “doom metal.” Moody, slow, and always, without fail, low-pitched – no vocal screetches or guitar squeals here – this is the aural equivalent of a giant rain cloud slowly gliding overhead on a disgusting humid day, and then unleashing a torrent of warm rain. Listening to this album is actually relaxing, which is weird, given its end-of-the-world vibe; I dunno, maybe dulcet guitar tones bring out something fatalistic in the listener. But if I was ever gonna get a massage with metal playing in the background, this is probably the album I’d choose to have on. There’s an image for you.

-AR

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