Talk about polar opposites. Obsequies fill their
half of this tape, “Blood on Metal,” with heavily echoed and mournful vocals,
accompanied only by what sounds like a guitar pick scratching strings and other
diffuse warbles. At times chanted, at times ethereal, “Blood on Metal” really
does get past the epidermis and threatens to jar the whole body it’s connecting
loose. Which, of course, is what the Electric Nature does on their side, “Lungrakes,” flipping that
restraint on its head with a maelstrom of psych bombast. Staking its territory with
a couple minutes of controlled march, Michael Potter’s outfit suddenly blooms
like the offspring of Sleep and Tonstartssbandht, pummeling their instruments
until the groove is ripping off that epidermis and the blood is spattering all
over the metal, the heavy metal, ya
know?
Two sides, one goal: total focus. You’ve got mine.
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