Wormlust : The Feral Wisdom

.: The following originally appeared in anti-matter’s Temple de Muerte zine :.

2013 : Daemon Worship Productions
Format : LP/CD

I can’t even begin to describe how Black Metal and Psychedelic music have been combined to form one of the most abhorrent amalgams of anxiety, discomfort and sheer terror committed to music. The most intriguing aspect of music is that it comes from nothing. It is shaped and created in the image of the individual. And in the end it paints a picture of what that individual (or individuals) might be like.
While these aspects are of interest, once the actual finished recording is played they take a backseat to what’s presented. Wormlust is art of a higher order. It’s not art for the sake of art, it’s not noise for the sake of noise, and it’s not pretentiousness for the sake of pretentiousness. Wormlust is clearly a vessel of cathartic means.

“If you took some of the most aggressive aspects of Demoncy and Beherit and force-fed them LSD and opiates Wormlust would be the likely result.”

With “The Feral Wisdom,” Wormlust continues the tradition of creating those dark, brooding and schizophrenic-like atmospheres via haunting and disharmonic guitar riffs and abyssal sounding instrumental pieces. Most interestingly enough, sometimes I get the feeling that the overall vibe of the record takes precedence over any and everything else. This isn’t an album anchored around a specific riff or any sort of pattern. No, this album is the audial representation of complete and utter sonic disharmony, fueled by the seemingly schizophrenic and paranoid visions of one so far gone that he lives within the confines of his own construct of reality. The sound is nearly impossible to pinpoint because it varies entirely from one song to the next. If you took some of the most aggressive aspects of Demoncy and Beherit and force-fed them LSD and opiates Wormlust would be the likely result. That’s not to say that the album is just pure noise. There are clearly some well thought out musical segments presented. Especially on the opening track, “Sex Augu, Tólf Stjörnur” (which I believe translates to ‘Six Eyes, Twelve Stars’).

“Á Altari Meistarans” (‘At the Altar of Mastery’) displays some of the most atmospheric portions of the album. I think one of H.V.’s greatest feats is that he is able to create this level of atmosphere without having to utilize excessive sampling. He tends to stick to instrumentation as much as possible.

There is a real feel of calamity in this music. Like nothing good could come from listening to it in excess. Those that partake in the use of recreational drugs or alcohol I strongly suggest you do so while listening to this record. Even if you don’t, this is one of those records that still has the ability to take you to another place. Meditate on it, let it sink in. Be consumed by the nihility of the void. To those interested, Wormlust offers a psychedelic trip into oblivion.


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