Dawn of Ouroboros - The Art of Morphology

By Master of Muppets. Versatility is a tough thing to pull off well. Too much of it and any given album is likely to be a jarring mess, not enough and it's Disturbed. While older, seasoned acts tend to more or less settle into the confines of one genre or other, many young bands find themselves to explore their sonic boundaries at will.

By Master of Muppets.

Artwork by Jill Colbert.

Versatility is a tough thing to pull off well. Too much of it and any given album is likely to be a jarring mess, not enough and it's Disturbed. While older, seasoned acts tend to more or less settle into the confines of one genre or other, many young bands find themselves to explore their sonic boundaries at will. Though the fruits of such youthful ventures are often spirited and compelling, they are not always particularly well-guided endeavors, nor do the wide scopes of the artist's intent necessarily manage to find their mark; many debut albums attempt to be more than they're actually capable of being, but then again many debut albums aren't Dawn of Ouroboros' The Art of Morphology. It's actually possible that most albums aren't The Art of Morphology, but that's neither here nor there. What's here is one badass album, and what's there is an absence of reasons as to why you shouldn't be jamming out to it right this second.

Before we get too far on course with this great album, we must wander off course to pay tribute to… another great album! In the name of karmic balance, I must admit to have only stumbled across Morphology while trying to get the most bang for my buck; Naturmacht Productions offered it included at a discount alongside What We Leave Behind, the latest offering by Swedish doom act Soliloquium, and the only thing I love more than Katatonic doom is pinching the proverbial penny. If the deal is still going on whenever you read this, I'd urge you to take advantage as both albums are well worth your time. I'll almost certainly be back to babble about What We Leave Behind at a later date, but in the event that you can't be patient or I can't be trusted, I'll say this: it's a wonderful piece of modern post-doom on a lovely label, and without either I would never have found the excellent album in discussion today. Everybody, say 'thank you!'

Categorizing the Katatonia core of Soliloquium or explaining the appeal of saving money are relatively straightforward tasks. Describing Dawn of Ouroboros' sound, on the other hand, is no such thing. These Californians wear a lot of hats, adopting several sonic styles throughout Morphology's 8 tracks and pulling all of them off downright fiercely. Proggy, deathy riffs? Check. Frostbitten tremolos and blackened shrieks? Ch-ch-check. Clean, pleasant passages with ethereal vocals? You know how this game works, I'd also throw in 'melodeath sensibilities', 'symphonic flourishes' and 'random djent outbursts' if I felt like continuing that shtick, but I don't. The point is that Dawn of Ouroboros do a lot of things with 43 minutes, and they do them surprisingly well for this being a debut. The Art of Morphology is a constantly shifting soundscape, a hostile world where the weather's always changing and yet it feels like home nonetheless.

This vibrant sense of variety brings with it a feeling of vitality so vaguely, faintly familiar that it almost feels foreign to today's metal climate. Dive through any genre on Bandcamp and you'll find not only several prominent artists of the scene but also myriad clones, all attempting to cash in on a sound that's been proven to work by 'doing [genre] right;' The Art of Morphology has that mythical air of a band just being themselves and having fun with their own sound, the kind of palpable sincerity and earnestness found amongst such unifying, time tested classics as In Flames' Whoracle or Pantera's Far Beyond Driven - except, again, this particular slab of exploratory greatness is a friggen debut. The potential that tracks such as the artfully balanced prog death of "Pinnacle Induced Vertigo " or the symphonic blackness of "Serpent's Charm" foretell is impressive and incredibly promising, to say the very least.

I love The Art of Morphology, and I am absolutely gunning for Dawn of Ouroboros' future. I found this album entirely by accident, only to discover the first album to make me genuinely excited about a young band's future in years. It's well crafted, well paced and well executed; The Art of Morphology is one of those special albums likely to unite fans from all ends of the metal spectrum, and it is incredibly refreshing to find such a thing as the rest of the world is falling apart. If I somehow haven't sold you on this sweet slice of scariness yet, I would like to point out that every shriek, growl, roar and otherwise nameless vocal declaration of war uttered within Morphology's tracks was delivered by one loud little lady named Chelsea Murphy. You would be doing yourself a disservice as a fan of metal to allow yourself to miss out on her incredible performance here on Morphology.