Moose Cult – Book of the Machines Review

By Kenstrosity

UK progressive heavy/doom metal troupe Moose Cult should sound familiar to fans of the blog. Featuring members of Bull Elephant, Conglaciation, Monsterworks, The Anchoret, and Thūn, Moose Cult constitute a new installment in the Eat Lead and Die canon of artists that we’ve covered over the last decade. This project focuses on generalized environmental issues and human folly, justifying somewhat the band’s self-assigned moniker of “Envirometal.” While that does a poor job of illustrating what it is that Moose Cult plays beyond the scope of lyrical theme and content, sophomore record Book of the Machines won’t puzzle listeners nearly as much as the bespoke genre tag might.

Moose Cult’s closest living relative in the metalverse is very clearly Bull Elephant. Wild combinations of gritty heavy metal, aggressive doom, progressive metal and a touch of the extreme characterize Book of the Machines’ thirty-eight minutes. Gruff vocals reminiscent of Boss Keloid fused with Bütcher passionately deliver lyrics that tackle a wide array of uniquely human quandaries. Meanwhile, lurching guitars and pounding skins—along with an impressive variety of different blast beat variations—provide the muscle to move that kind of potentially weighty messaging. Moose Cult aren’t the first band to concern themselves with environmental matters, but their more vague, generalized approach to that theme differs greatly from the more story-driven, niche nature of Bull Elephant’s material. Whether that is a boon or a detractor is up for debate. However, I maintain that using a near-carbon copy of Bull Elephant’s blueprint to unleash a shotgun blast against human greed and mankind’s disregard for the environment, rather than crafting a more distinct sound to enact a focused attack on a specific environmental issue, works against Moose Cult’s favor.

Book of the Machines’ greatest fumble extends beyond plagiarism of sister projects’ style and application. A more damning lack of memorable songwriting leaves me with little of consequence to hold on to after the record concludes. Enjoyable and entertaining in the moment, stronger cuts like “Erewhon,” “Curse of Creation,” “Earth(l)ing,” and “Book of the Machines” do offer small nuggets worth preserving. “Curse of Creation” in particular features a beautiful, psychedelic ambience in its midsection that immerses me in vivid, kaleidoscopic light, only to bring me crashing back down to a ruined Earth a minute later. Highly effective puts it mildly. However, these moments aren’t strong enough to carry any song on its own, let alone an entire album filled with solid lyrical ideas that never got the development they deserved. Across Book of the Machines’ runtime, passages shift and shimmy with an arbitrary sort of movement that jostles arrangements enough to destabilize them. Put another way, this record is not a smooth one, and consequently feels disjointed and unsteady.

Despite its awkward songwriting and flimsy messaging, Book of the Machines holds potential. Throat singing embellishments and fantastic soloing help elevate tracks like “Gateway to Evolving Thought” and “Headless Cult” almost enough to establish a trademark sound for the band. Closer “Book of the Machines” accomplishes a similar feat, albeit with a completely different approach that evokes a more extreme variant of Killing Joke. If Moose Cult buckles down and unifies these more differentiated elements into a unique, but cohesive, palette that better stands on its own, all the better for future efforts. On the other hand, Moose Cult nailed the production with Book of the Machines. Rich, warm, textured, and dynamic, this record blooms with vibrant color and its varying instrumentation strikes an ideal clarity that deftly avoids an over-polished sheen.

Overall, I am disappointed with Moose Cult so far. I am a longtime fan of Bull Elephant and have heard good things about several of these artists’ other projects, but this record isn’t what it could’ve been. Between the sparse substance behind its theme and the plagiaristic nature of its musical content, Book of the Machines offers a substandard proof of concept that makes it difficult to buy in. Without focusing its message and finding a unique—or at least more creative—voice with which to express it, this record fails to make an impact. Therefore, I recommend passing on it, hanging tight, and waiting to hear where Moose Cult go from here.

Rating: Disappointing.
DR: 11 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Eat Lead and Die Music
Website: moosecult.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: September 6th, 2024

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Conglaciation – Conglaciation Review

By Dolphin Whisperer

In emergence to the full-length foray now ten years ago, Artificial Brain launched into orbit a novel style of knotted and screeching death metal that brought with it a slingshotting mass of a tangible cosmic horror. And though it’s up for debate whether they’ve yet to best that offering, it’s easy to declare that the Artificial Brain attack is one that has largely remained singular, definitive, and pushing adjacent bands—like cousin Afterbirth—to corners of space not cast from shadow to light. But as a distant sun shines about the gravity of that modern act, time tells us that eventually, some satellite will drift into its orbit. As such, Conglaciation, in earshot of this pioneering sound has found a reveal along this dissonantly-carved path. However, the stars don’t seem to be the destination for this fresh face—its layers feel equally icy as the vast cavern of galactic emptiness but terrestrial all the same.

So what is it that separates this New York-based trio from both that which paved the way and that which is mostly related?1 That would be none other than a love for the beloved Pokémon game series. What? Was that not what you expected? As it turns out primary composer for these tunes Cotter Champlin (SARMAT, Galactic Empire)2 has a passion for both studied and shredding guitar antics as well as the “gotta catch ’em all” grind of battle monsters. And this matters as the tracks of Conglaciation, by osmosis or intention, each lurch forward with a harmony-edging melody against gurgle-burp vocal hypnotism—equal parts Demilich jagged riff-belching against restrained yet virtuosic fusion-colored solos—much in the same way a game’s incidental background tracks will intensify if you stand around and let them.

Where heavy dissonance use often aims to attract via repulsion, Champlin’s sense of long-form and recursive melody functions, instead, as an anchor that gains weight throughout each piece. Certain numbers open with these kinds of creeping and snaking plays (“Asunder,” “Atrementous,” “Congruency”), the pace of which slogs in intentional contrast to frenetic blast beats and percussive grumblings flitter under and through a slowly weaving web. Always upfront in the mix, the frequently shrill and ear-stumping refrains remain more static in primary attack than drifting, allowing additional layers of Champlin’s instrumentation to flourish—terraced bass groans, Holdsworthian scale-bending fretplay, doubled melodic climbs with new accents (“Sublimate” has the largest growth in this regard). Conglaciation sticks to memory much easier than other works of this level of technical acclaim.

Despite Conglaciation’s thoughtful construction, its charm has the appeal of a classical study piece, which conflicts with its true death metal moments in ways that scatter its attack. For an album so absolutely loaded with toothsome and jaw-dropping performances, it feels odd for Conglaciation to drop a seven-minute instrumental piece, “Sketch”,3 smack dab in the middle. Especially after the twisted Neuraxis-force groove that bolts down “Conglaciation” and gnarled, resplendent riffage of “Sublimate,” that choice for a tip-toeing, pizzicato imitating intermission, as creative as it may be, stands tall and in the way amongst its peers. In terms of execution and memorability though, “Sketch” still wins accolades in its over-atmospheric approach. Even Champlin’s solos can land this way in the context of how tight songs could be without them—warm in tone, they rarely soar above the eerie and frozen landscape that surround them.

More étude than banger, Conglaciation opens this project’s career to the ears of the curious and dissecting. Too heady on average for the hammer-throwing hooligan, yet riff-loaded enough to incite some scattered pit riots (“Conglaciation,” “Ameliorate”), it flashes brightly enough all the same to catch those who feel the itch for a unique kind of sonic adventure. Nestled away in the relaxing and technical world of tension-masters like Convulsing and Altars, Conglaciation deserves a moment with its head just above the underground. And as they continue to master the craft of chiseling defined peaks in their work, it will be hard for any progressive death metal lover to look away.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: PCM4
Label: Liminal Dread Productions | Bandcamp
Websites: conglaciation.bandcamp.com | instagram.com/conglaciation
Releases Worldwide: July 19th, 2024

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