|Cover artwork by Sgraffito / Elaine Ní Cuana (IRELAND)|
After making sure no one saw us we opened the back door and entered a dark and topsy-turvey world. This all has to do with Bretus, believe me. The house was full of ... stuff. And when I say full I mean nearly stuffed to the brim. The bizarre thing about it was that the whole of the upper floor had been taken down and was lying dismantled amidst the detritus. The walls were still up but no floor. The house was a shell and its interior stuffed with ... stuff. Ladders, half-used paint cans, rusted appliances and work tools, stacks of newspapers (it appeared the newspaper boy had gotten there before us), soiled mattresses, drywall, two by fours, you name it. What really stuck out to me were the ladders. There was something incredibly eerie about a house with no upper floor and ladders climbing to nowhere. Or descending from nowhere. Either way, whatever the hell it was that my friend and I were expecting to find this wasn't it. This was a thoroughly dead house, gutted and stuffed like an Egyptian mummy. A corpse home full of trash for maggots and possessed by some demonic junkyard spirit.
I guess, looking back, I was looking for stacks of old comic books or a box of rare and valuable hockey cards, thoughtlessly discarded as I knew sometimes happened. Something to fire my pre-teen imagination. What we found was a vision of the Dyatlov Pass incident in the form of a house, mysteriously pulverized on the inside but otherwise intact.
What if we had climbed those ladders? Is it possible we'd have entered a portal to a harsh and brutal world of flying boulders and swinging axes in a swirling purple void? Would we have caught a glimpse of the force which pulverized the house and presumably destroyed not only the bodies but the spirits of it's inhabitants? Doubt not for Bretus have tapped into this force and recorded it.
Bretus play high energy, high voltage doom. They lead the listener along by the nose and snap necks with their turn on a dime song structures and liquify brains with devastating force. There's an anger in the guitar tone, a deep growl of warning of a hair trigger than might snap at a moment's notice.
If there's one single impression I expect listeners to walk away with after listening to this album it's the kick ass heavy riffs, that fall into place one after another like dominoes. The next thing the listener will remember are the energetic vocals and song structures that will have you turning your head and doing double takes.
What is it about a band and their music that sets off certain and particular memories or images in the mind? There's an oaken, organic quality to 'In Onirica' that reminds me of the old tall tree-lined gravel road that led to the strange hollow house. The structures certainly evoke the spirit of the unexpected and an overall feeling of old horror flicks from some golden summer. However they do it, Bretus takes me to some strange places. Real places, or places that were real but are now long gone. Bretus gives those places life, makes them real once again by piercing the veil of dimension by way of sheer concussive force.
Highlights include: "The Dawn Bleeds" and "Down in the Hollow"
1). Insomnia (7:50)
2). The Dawn Bleeds (5:38)
3). Down In The Hollow (5:28)
4). Leaves of Grass (2:04)
5). Escape (5:29)
6). Forest of Pain (4:46)
7). The Black Sleep (7:54)
Total Run Time: 39:08
Ghenes - Low Guitars/Bass
Zagarus - Vocals
Faunus - Guitars
Striges - Drums
From: Catanzaro, Italy
Genre: Traditional Doom Metal, Horror Doom, Prog
Reminds me of: Death SS, Gates of Slumber, Las Cruces, Mage, Pale Divine, Pentagram, Saint Vitus, Sideburn, Terra Firma
Release Date: May 9, 2012
Suggested listening activity for fellow non-stoners: Climbing ladders to furiously weird dimensions.
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