Artist: Interitus Dei
Title: In Motion…
Type: Album
Label: Black Bard Entertainment
It had to happen sooner or later. I’m talking about the moment in possibly every journos life when one realises they have become jaded. Now it is my time. I mean, I guess it’s been coming for a while now, as gradually it becomes harder and harder to be impressed by bands. Thing is, there is nothing really bad about this album, par se, but it simply passes me by leaving no real impression as such. The problem, it must be said, is that the more music that passes through my ear canals, the more everything begins to blend together and subsequently find yourself seeking out that special album that doesn’t merely swim through those aforementioned canals, but whacks them with such clout that you wonder what hit you. On the positive side, at least this doesn’t drown in there or kick up a dishevelled fuss, but it does merely pass through and quickly clear the way for the next mediocre band to follow.
Things do get ‘In Motion’ fairly swiftly, with the opening title track getting off to a brisk pace that sets a solid tone for the album. On the whole this is an up tempo affair, albeit with a dark overtone that gives a gothic favour. There’s a gruff kind of dirtiness to ‘When The Metal Meets The Flesh’ that incorporates some decent solos while ‘Pagan And Proud’ follows nearly on with crunching guitars fattened out with some twisting melodies.
There are some nice elements to be found in this album, not least with the beautiful Arabian touches that seem to spread themselves across the middle few tracks. ‘Arabia’ is by far the stand out track here with its impassioned chorus which is belted out, playing against the heavy, bouncy verse riff that sinuously slithers along like a snake lost in the desert, traipsing through the grainy sand in search of water. You can feel the evening heat in this track projected over the majestic palace of the sultan and there’s a lovely exotic flavour here. ‘Rain Of Fire’ comes in with a sublimely serene opening, lulling you into a state of rest until the powerful chorus arrives with powerful, brooding bassline. There’s a real hopeless, retrospective feel on ‘Memories Of The Snake’ that reminds me of Crematory, and this also fits in nicely with the Arabian theme.
The vocals have quite a powerful bellowing gothic quality to them through in places these just don’t sound natural and the disjointed transitions really let this album down. Perhaps it is this that leaves me feeling as though I’m listening to a self-released debut album by a band who’ve been at the game far less than the 15+ years these claim to have been around. It’s a relatively enjoyable listen, though unlike a desert sandstorm, it’s unlikely to blow anyone away.
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Luci Herbert
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