A Library, CD
if this is any indication of what the extinction of the human race sounds like then get the fuck out of its way or fall under its command. there are many contenders for this bleak style of metal, but Welter In Thy Blood draft the best elements of the left hand path. if you can survive the call to suicide in every chill scrape of anguish and hatred on this miserable road to annhilation then consider your self unlucky. at least you know it will start in LA and not in the Netherlands. suicide is a virtue and you’re better off making your exit now or if you can endure this hellish call to action then you probably love killing yourself slowly to suffer another day. there is a lot of depressing metal out there that tends to lack much conviction or worse, romances the point with post-rock progressions. Welter In Thy Blood’s Todestrieb shuts that false shit up once and for all. this puts the suicide, the hate, the black and the doom back into this type of metal abstraction where it belongs and finds common ground with the shallow, dry primitive chill of black metal (Xasthur, Vargr, Wold), the lumbering funereal dirge of doom (Bunkur, Planet Aids, Nortt) and the ambient cacophony of noise (Abruptum, Whitehouse, Emit, Skullflower). a difficult and challenging test enveloping harsh freezing cold, yet scalding abrasive heat. intimate, yet far away, unattainable. haunted voices, tortured screams and hateful roars overlap and more often barely distinguishable as human. minimal minor key melody lifted by a constant subterranean tone with guitars crashing like walls of ice accompanied by possibly amplified objects of various metals and barely audible piano. swerving into oncoming traffic.