For all that the imagery conjured from ‘Screams From A Black Wilderness’ brings to mind Blair Witch levels of terror, the fright-fest promised actually quickly dissolves with the band’s surprisingly upbeat, Mastodon-esque thunder.
Peeling off giant hooks and doom-laden grooves in abundance, the likes of ‘Before The Flames’ and ‘Mr. Murder’ (featuring the vocal talents of 36 Crazyfists‘ Brock Lindow no less) are familiar if thoroughly enjoyable slabs of uncomplicated metallic muscle.
Indeed, sounding entirely akin to what Sasquatch would have blazing through his headphones whilst stomping through the North American woodlands, the stormy riffing and gruff aggression here calls to mind the drawling menace of Down or the immortal swing of Pantera, yet underpinned by the sort of huge melodic choruses usually reserved for the stadium filling likes of Black Stone Cherry (‘Lady Of The Night’).
The lyrical content may weave tales of black magic, burning witches and wicked nuns, yet for all its compelling horror-flick themes, it’s the Sabbathian riff-worship and succinct turbo-blues assault which impresses most about ‘Screams From A Black Wilderness’. Terrifyingly good stuff.
Written by Tony Bliss (@TBliss88)