Widowmaker
is a 41 minute long journey into the abyss, a staggering piece of doomed out
blackened chaos. The band takes their black metal aesthetics, and the
influences it brings, and warps it into an even more harrowing tale that takes
in sludgy doom and even elements of post rock, though the latter is tenuous.
Despite its
overt misanthropy, Widowmaker is still a viciously ambitious and adventurous
record, right from the opening notes. The first 15 minutes of this oeuvre act
merely as an unnerving calm before the unparalleled storm erupts around us all.
Desolate clean guitars gently trod along, interrupted sporadically by low key
pianos that ooze that horror film score feel, soon joined by the equally
distressing playing of a string section.
Eventually
we are plummeted into the unknown, the scary unknown, where some of the
heaviest riffs of the year coming thundering through the speakers along with
searing, deathly vocals that simply sound possessed. Juddering guitars then
take control of this world that twists and turns into horrific shapes and forms
that constantly throws new horrors your way.
After the 30
minute mark, the scorching vocals soon wither away into a bleak instrumental
passage that strips Widowmaker down into another wretched and unsettling calm.
It leaves only a brief reprieve for rest though, as another thundering angular
hail of riffing erupts with reckless abandon.
The
invigorating closing minutes then feel totally at odds with the general modus
operandi of Dragged into Sunlight. While still corrosively abhorrent and
scornful, the climactic conclusion is altogether empowering, with a sleek dusting
of chilling melody abounding. It makes for an uncanny close to what is Dragged
into Sunlight’s finest hour… or 41 minutes, rather.
9/10
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