Written by Baazgor

I really don’t mean to be comical when I write this but I can’t really see somebody who has a good paying, secure job, a house, a family, friends, a future, somebody who would usually be in a generally favorable mood sitting down to listen to this album and walk away saying, “Wow, yes, I really did enjoy that”. It just seems impractical. This album is miserable, in a good way, miserable enough to make a person like me smile when it was done. ‘Suicide and the Rest of Your Kind Will Follow’ is a long crawl through down tempo funeral black metal, delivered from the Greek unit Dodsferd, and serves as the proper fifth full length.

I’m going to lie. This is not a work of miracles; there is no broad spectrum of radiant sounds that induce some vivid imagery. There are no solos, no keyboards, no incredibly showy drum work, and little but a thin, pale fog in terms of atmosphere. I’m not going to dock the final score because of the disc’s musical lack of appeal to a lot of metal fans. But the people who enjoy this type of music, the people can attach themselves to it in some way, shape or form, are going to enjoy this.

The actual musical structure is consists entirely of two long tracks, the title track that clocks in at 20 minutes and the second track, ‘His Veins Colored the Room’, at sixteen minutes. The title track, in all reality, is only a handful of basic, but memorable, riffs and associated drumming with some intense vocal work stitched within. It opens with one guitar playing the lead riff while the other buzzes with feedback before entering along side of the drums. It moves into a staggering black hole from there, deviating little from the main riff when it chooses, occasional melodies and shifts mingle like parasites within the whole of the music, serving like smoldering embers the ignite under the influence of the passing wind A very faint melody emerges at about six and a half minutes in, as the main riff cycles and repeats itself. From there, the track’s unwavering crawl makes it the fourteen minute mark and the song’s departure begins as the timing of the drums increase in speed and the song begins to die into a clean guitar riff and diminishing feedback. It’s the writing and the delivery that turns it from an overextended, easily forgettable song, into something more malignant, more of an experience that is less listened to and much more inflicted upon.

“His Veins Colored the Room” follows much of the same course. It opens with dense feedback before spiraling into another main lead riff that bears more dissonant traits then the previous track, it’s atonal presence accompanied by screeching harmonics and single note sequences back by blaring chords. Much like the first track, the center portion shifts sound and offsets the course of the song slightly only the reconnect with the original riff towards before collapsing within and upon itself.

The central idea between the two songs will be the main turnoff. Long tracks with little dynamics, little variation and character traits that can be described as remote or uninviting seems like a far-fetched concept to the one camp that sits under a flag of up-tempo, generally characteristically more ‘accepting’ forms of metal as a whole. This is simply an exploration and execution of the concepts of deconstruction and ritualistic mannerism that is alive in some of the more obscure sections of metal. Obviously, if you think you can’t handle or accept twenty minutes of repetition, it would be senseless to listen to this album. Like I stated before, I’m not docking any points for this, because it’s a well-rooted concept and the concept’s use here within “Suicide…” is paramount, a necessity or tool, to the conveying of the true emotional fiber that is the construct of this release. Had this been a poor execution of the latter, that’s when it would become a burden, but the strict atmosphere of morbidity, despair and overwhelmingly misanthropic hopelessness is far from anything resembling ‘poor’.

“Suicide and the Rest of Your Kind Will Follow” is corrosive, ugly, and uninviting. Throughout the course of the album, it digs its own grave and eagerly jumps right in and starts covering itself in dirt. There is nothing to gain here, only a musical bottomless pit the nosedives straight into Hell.

Final Score: 8/10

--Written for Metaltome.com by Baazgor (Andrew Krause) on July 17^th, 2009

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