Pestilence
Spheres
[Roadrunner]
Pestilence is quite a classic Dutch death metal band. It’s rare for a death
metal fan to not be familiar with at least their first one, ”Consvming Impulse”.
”Spheres” is their third and last album (if I am not suffering from dementia)
and the point where a large part of the audience lost interest.
However, I retain interest.
In here, Mameli has become, to say the least, obsessed with MIDI guitars and the
album is full of fusion jazz influenced MIDI guitar solos, passages and
interludes. They are not easy to stomach if one is expecting simple gore
brutality, but they make this an important and unique metal album. The vocals
are harshly shouted much in the same way as they were in the Pestilence album
before this, or later Death. There is no fast blasting or double-bass to be
found in the rhythms of this album, but it’s obvious that they do not belong
here. Many of the highly technical guitar riffs are memorable in their unique
way of transcending beyond ”melody” to create music from the un-musical, as is
the way of death metal.
This is truly modern death metal, not commercialized, not wimped out, but
progressed. The intricacies and complexities that death metal has been evolving
towards since the prototype Slayer, are manifest here, and in ”Spheres” it
reaches a level of universal communicative art. This is no longer a genre work,
but it does not mean that it has NO CORE, it means that it’s essence is beyond
the definitions of this era of metal and it can only be properly placed within a
context when looking back from a couple of decades later.
After all this praise, I would say that I am not the best person to talk about
jazz influences, or that I would even be a person to appreciate them. But that
is what partially makes this record all the more interesting for me. It is a new
realm of musical communication for me, those light, chaotic, dissonant waves of
sound hanging in the air with no apparent motive.
Undisciplined and socialized, might say someone initiated into the abyss of
METAL life, music and esotericism. I won’t disagree. But I know that passing by
this work would have been a mistake on my part.
© 1999 black hate