Showing posts with label Venowl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Venowl. Show all posts

December 12, 2014

Cara Neir / Venowl / Highgate

Written by Craig Hayes.

The vast proportion of heavy metal’s grimmest fare is riddled with hackneyed clichés that are more likely to give rise to chuckles than chills. That said, we're all still perfectly willing to buy into the intent of the whole deal. Because metal obviously makes for a great escape from the mundane, and stock phrase frights still resonate at some level. However, everyone eventually discovers that the real world is terrifying enough, and you do get desensitised to the cheap scares found in the realms of metal, so that often makes finding any genuinely unnerving music a difficult task.

Difficult, but not impossible. Because there’s disturbing music out there. Like the hellscape noise of Illinois-based trio Venowl. I reviewed the re-release of the band’s 2012 debut, Patterns of Failure, for Metal Bandcamp recently, and that album was definitely intimidating in its intensity. Patterns of Failure was incredibly bleak, abrasive, and confrontational. But what made Patterns of Failure was that it was such an unhinged cacophony. There’s no question Patterns of Failure wasn’t for everyone, and Venowl’s members, ][ (guitar/voice), :: (percussion/voice), and // (bass/electronics/voice) rendered their roles into typographic reference points, extinguishing individualism to serve the cause in a harrowing cesspit of doom-drenched and improvised noise.


Patterns of Failure was a gigantic ‘fuck you’ to the notion of desensitisation. Ear-piercing feedback, distortion, and dissonance boiled away on the album’s lengthy tracks–pushing well past any run-of-the-mill doom and gloom. That sense of long-lost fear oozed from Patterns of Failure’s demoralising tracks, and Venowl have recently released a couple of split releases, with Cara Neir and Highgate, that shred the nerves in exactly the same manner.

The avant-grind and post-this-and-blackened-that pursuits of Cara Neir are no strangers to praise on Metal Bandcamp’s pages. The Dallas-based duo’s split with Venowl was recently issued via label Broken Limbs Recordings on a limited cassette run, which quickly sold out, but it’s still available digitally via Bandcamp. Cara Neir contributes three songs to the split. “Aeonian Temple” is a screaming/screamo black metal riot. “Nights” a much gentler and jazzier amble. While “Pitiful Human Bindings” ramps things back up with a frosty and raw screed. In all, Cara Neir’s contributions display the same ignoring of genre boundaries as they did on their last, and widely hailed, album, Portals to a Better, Dead World.

Counterpointing Cara Neir’s contribution on their split, Venowl issues the 20-minute plus “Scour (Parts I and II)”. The track is a slow-motion, acidic, and devastating plummet into the abyss. Miserable, for sure, with inhuman shrieks only adding to the tracks sense of hopelessness and dementedness. Still, like that death march atmosphere found on Patterns of Failure, “Scour (Parts I and II)” is all about the undertones and overtones mixing in a feedback frenzy. The song is bleak, and unquestionably challenging, but the more you listen, the deeper you sink, and the more you discover. I’m not saying those discoveries are going to bring you any joy. But they are going to twist your mind and get under the skin. And we all need that, on occasion.


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Venowl’s recent split with sludge and doom band Highgate is streaming on Tartarus Records Bandcamp (Venowl's part is available on their own Bandcamp). Highgate heave closer to Venowl’s stern on their split, with the band’s “Carved Into Winter” providing 26-minutes of crush and churn. “Carved Into Winter” is all filthy tones, grimy fuzz, and growling grunt–and there’s a psychedelic undercurrent to the cavernous and glacially paced song. It’s all massively heavy, and when “Carved Into Winter” drops out for a isolated ambient section, those cleaner guitar lines cut right to the marrow.

Venowl's contribution to the split is comprised of the 34-minute, “Vacant Cellar”. Again, there’s plenty of vocal screeches to scare you witless, and that’s all surrounded by music that heaves and lurches its way across desolate terrain. “Vacant Cellar” features plenty of the Venowl’s demented and distorted drone and doom, and the song certainly claws its way through its lengthy running time without a second of sympathy for your nerves. Like all of Venowl’s recordings thus far, “Vacant Cellar” features fathomless darkness, and a monstrous countenance, bringing an unrelenting unification of punishing and pulverising sounds.


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There’s nothing on Venowl’s contributions to their splits with Cara Neir or Highgate that could be called hospitable or even welcoming, and you have to admire Venowl’s complete disinterest in creating any easily accessible fodder for the masses. However, more to the point, the best thing about Venowl is that you don’t have buy into the band’s intent. Venowl shoves insanity down the throat of trepidation, and that forces you to feel something instinctively and immediately. That’s a rare art. Sure, it might not be the kind of art you enjoy. But when was the last time you heard something that provoked a genuine visceral reaction?

September 23, 2014

Venowl - Patterns of Failure (Remaster)

Written by Craig Hayes.

Artwork by E. Sawyer

I’m a big fan of experimental music, and what’s commonly denoted as falling into the harsh noise realm, so my tolerance for challenging sounds is fairly high. I’m not telling you that because I think I deserve a great big broad-mindedness badge pinned to my chest, but simply to point out that we all have different ideas about what constitutes music. As metal fans, we’re already predisposed to favouring nerve-grating and teeth-grinding sounds. But, even then, as individuals, we've all still got a line somewhere that decides what metal's pushed past our personal boundaries into the sphere of indecipherable and repellent noise.

Illinois trio Venowl are the kind of band that operates on that exact border. Venowl make no concessions to approachability, and they pile on the misery, misanthropy, and audio torture on their 2012 debut, Patterns of Failure – which was re-released by Broken Limbs Recordings earlier this year. The band describes their sound as, “snuff doom”, and that’s pretty accurate. Venowl mixes blackened-noise and sludge with various strains of monstrous sonic filth on lengthy and demoralising tracks, and Patterns of Failure is definitely the kind or release that'll prove thoroughly repulsive to some listeners.

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The three songs on Patterns of Failure are all toxic and tortuous screeds, and they certainly serve as a handy barometer for your emotional fortitude. Patterns of Failure’s title track stretches out to 17-minutes, “Hung Alive By The Ribs To A Gallows” hovers around the 11-minute mark, and “The Bounded and Loathed” drags the torment and ill-treatment out to 27-minutes. Every second of every one of those songs crawls along on smashed knuckles, with slow-motion riffs corroding into ear-piercing feedback and dissonant noise. To accompany that, you get hellish screams and throat-slit gurgles and grunts, all adding in the vocal trauma, and with remastering duties handed over to James Plotkin, Patterns of Failure is exceedingly heavy in tempo, tone, and temper.

If you want some reference points, then bands like Khanate or Primitive Man spring to mind, at least in Patterns of Failure’s malicious trudge. However, the droning derangement of Oregon-based Hell mines a similar level of apocalyptic audial battery, and soul-scouring gloom. Even then, that doesn't really capture what Venowl are doing here, because there’s anguished and despairing howls born from the deepest wounds on Patterns of Failure.

Photo by Carmelo Española.

There’s no way you could describe Patterns of Failure as an easily accessible album, or merciful in any way, shape or form. It is a challenge, even if you’re already a fan of monolithic music that’s testing and taxing. The entirely of Patterns of Failure is a deeply unsettling experience, and the album hammers suffering home with each and every unrelenting and punishing passage.

Of course, therein lies the attraction. Patterns of Failure is ceaselessly demanding, and it constantly tests your will, and the majority of art that provides such harrowing journeys promises a sense of release from your own woes in making it through.

However, that’s not the case here. Don't go looking for any joyous catharsis in the funeral doom and drone of Patterns of Failure, because it provides something far darker, and more dispiriting. You’re not going to be left with the feeling of freedom from your troubles here. Instead, Patterns of Failure offers you a glimpse of your own last and desperate grasps at life. Something you can expect to face, all too soon.

Obviously, Patterns of Failure is highly recommended. Death is coming for us all. You might as well get prepared for its arrival sooner than later.


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