Y’ever watch True Blood or read the Sookie Stackhouse novels?
You say you’re a heterosexual male… so no?
Let me re-phrase.
Have a girlfriend/wife?
Y’ever passively listen while True Blood plays in the same room as the couch you’re sitting on, while waiting for Anna Paquin to get naked again?
That’s what I thought, you coy motherfucker.
In said world, “V” (vampire blood) is used as the ultimate psychedelic/ opiate/ steroid/ stimulant drug.
Impetuous Ritual and their full length, Relentless Execution of Ceremonial Excrescence, is like V–
but only if it came from Cthulu!
That’s right– Impetuous Ritual creates the suggestion of mainlining the very life fluid of the most ancient of the Old Ones.
More evidence of said controversial thesis:
One, it’s like they’re seriously trying (facetiously?) to out-complex-name Carcass and the 1000 death metal bands and their obsession with medical textbook terminology that followed in their wake (e.g., just dig that album title);
Two, if Portal weren’t fucking weird enough for you;
Three, if you love Sunn O))) and their obsession with sound and its effects on the human body for their own sake (rather than as music);
Four, if you love that photo above (no shoes or shirt, big-ass 7-string string guitar, grizzly fuck-off beard, bloody face, wrist spikes);
Then THIS is the death/black metal/noise band for you.
Impetuous Ritual, Australian, formed from two members of Portal, released Relentless Execution of Ceremonial Excrescence (on Profound Lore) in late 2009; since then apparently it has been worming its way to me, presumably via the Pacific then Atlantic Oceans.
That’s a creepy thought– thought it somehow also makes me feel loved. Or at least attended to.
It’s low-fi, noisy, blast-beat-ridden, shriek-filled, violent, menacing, incoherent fury that very nearly, if not altogether, transcends the normal functions of music as we know it.
“Convoluting Into Despondent Anachronism” blasts out of the gate and later drops into a sweet noise/doom riff at about 3:00; “Coalescence of Entropy” features some stupid-hard drums, both blast-beats and wildly high-metre 4/4 (I’m guessing around 350 bpm– and the music-training programs I usually use to practice only go to 340); “Ceremonial Disembowelment,” at about 0:50, lurches down into a great tremolo-picked doom riff before it takes off again periodically into blast beats; “Destitution” (instrumental, and my fave so far) is nearly all doom, with a stupidly-detuned riff in what sounds like fourths (not the fifth of the power chord we all know and usually love); “Ritual of the Crypt” has a fucking cool vibrato’ed doom riff at about 0:50 (new favorite!), and the album closes out with the slow, dirgy “Dirge.”
If you’re in a mood that’s open this type of sound (only scarcely a type of music– though this isn’t an insult)– this is some cool shit.
Though in all honesty, if you consistently have this on, and love it– you might seriously consider antipsychotics and/or antidepressants. No functioning human being should be in this mood all the time.