Dwelling Below â Wearisome Guardians Review
By Spicie Forrest
The boys in Dwelling Below get a lot of facetime here at AMG. Weâve reviewed Hierarchiesâ debut (Jared Moran, Anthony Wheeler, Nicolas Turner), all three albums by Acausal Intrusion (Moran, Turner), one by Filtheater (Moran), and weâve done a filter piece on Feral Lord (Moran, Turner). Itâs no wonder, as we tend to enjoy the angry, dissonant stuff they put out. Iâve been jonesing for something in that ballpark, so when I learned that Dwelling Belowâs debut unnerved Thus Spoke enough to waive seniority, I quickly snagged their follow-up. Hoping it might hit the spot, I eagerly dug my grubby lil nubbins into Wearisome Guardians.
Dwelling Below was a filthy slab of long-form deathened doom, and Wearisome Guardians offers much of the same. Look at that cover art. It sounds exactly how youâd expect: like bathing in stagnant catacomb water. Cavernous, mad, and malevolent, Moran echoes through abandoned tombs, disturbing centuries of eight-legged architecture. On the skins, he nearly wakes the dead with frenetic onslaughts of double bass and unsettling cymbals. Turnerâs guitar stillbirths an unholy union of Saint Vitus and Autopsy. Warped and abrasive riffs lumber forward, inexorable and lethal as a cave-in, while tormented leads scream psychosis from a neighboring cell (âTerminal Experiments,â âSacramentsâ). Ever-so-slightly discordant basslines weave and coil around your ankles as Wheeler encourages a reexamination of your sanity. Like meeting a skinwalker, you know somethingâs off, but itâs hard to describe, and itâs fucking terrifying.
Itâs a little oxymoronic to call 1.) dissonant 2.) death/doom 3.) metal accessible, but Wearisome Guardians is perhaps Moranâs most approachable offering yet. His aforementioned acts all shove their base genres through the same twisted, dissonant lens, but compared to Hierarchies or Acausal Intrusion, Dwelling Below is almost melodic. Between chaotic, atonal passages and vicious whammy abuse, Turner employs more traditional riffcraft learned long ago at Candlemass (âWearisome Guardians,â âTerminal Experimentsâ). Leads in âUnfolding Universeâ and âThe Altarâ reveal traces of Brocas Helm and Cirith Ungol, while âSacramentsâ reaches further back, unearthing the legendary B.B. King for a solo, soulful, bright, and blue. These ancestral trappings are strung with care and shine brilliantly against Dwelling Belowâs murky core. Wearisome Guardians offers these moments of reprieve from its oppressive violence, like guiding lights coaxing you deeper into the dark.
At 51 minutes, Wearisome Guardians isnât terribly long for the genre, but with an average track length of ten minutes, it certainly isnât a casual listen. Luckily, songcraft is not a weakness Dwelling Below suffers. Far from sedentary, Wearisome Guardians is in constant motion. Most riffs only linger a few moments before evolving into something new or reverting to a main throughline. Even when a riff tarries longer, the bass, drums, or vocals twist and shift, keeping things fresh and engaging throughout. More than this, each song seems built around clearly defined movements. Even on a first listen, I could guess my place in a song fairly well. Thereâs an intuitive logic to each trackâs pace, allowing Wearisome Guardians to feel lean and efficient with no real fat to trim. Even the 90-second âInterludeâ belongs. What initially feels like a respite reveals itself to be just as unsettling as the rest of the album. Bright and metallic, this momentâs tainted rest doesnât let you forget whatâs on the other side.
I wished for some grimy, cavernous filth, and I got it. Wearisome Guardians is a menace to experience. I honestly thought it hyperbole when Thus Spoke said their debut induced fear, but exaggeration it was not. Even with bright moments that fractionally lessen the tension, Dwelling Below is still deeply unnerving. These casket campers know what theyâre doing, and theyâre good at it. Wearisome Guardians is a strong success on both atmospheric and compositional fronts. Dwelling Below doesnât just want to show you the dark. They want to leave you there without a torch and seal the tomb. This sophomore effort is claustrophobic, sepulchral, and evil. Wearisome Guardians is viscerally unsafe, and itâs here to break you if youâve got the nerve to let it.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 10 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity Records
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Releases Worldwide: October 31st, 2025
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