Timing is sometimes everything: Since it’s raining outside after a few golden autumn days in streams, is cold and uncomfortable and forces you unpack the Kuschelsocken, and out of the speakers blaring Northern Ireland Slow Death of the brand The Crawling. The band makes the weather, and its name, crawls the bleak sound but viscous from the membranes, flatters mysterious feet and then wafts slowly and with relish slowly upwards into the ear canals.
Here the trio with a drum, a guitar and a bass is placed sporadically rather, is especially in times where two to four guitarists rumturnen on stage, a minority. In return, bassist Stuart Rainey and guitarist Gary Beattie share the vocals – and they do it damn good, from deepest growls a stir at the right volume, the intestines, to nasty nagging that causes creep eardrums deep inside the body want is here for fans of death metal case just about anything.
With only three songs, the review remains originating mainly clear, but prospective one must each piece individually yet, but all three tracks amazingly deep popular and really exciting numbers have become. Since the entry would be a little dry-monotonously to himself squirming “The Right To Crawl”; The same right may be the Ulsterman certainly not deny, bone-dry, the deep growling Part turns on a Mainriff sawed with hardly auszuhaltender perseverance the cerebrum before being stepped on the gas and tidy interfere with shrieks and drums. A beautiful thing that also before genre greats like My Dying Bride does not have to hide, although the colleagues of course still a long way to go insistent to work – however, between parked instrumental parts as taking place in the opener guitar banter could be something like that certainly also works the find Englishmen.
“End Of The Rope” can then pay almost gotheske mood in the intro, it is hoped, of course, that the gentlemen do not lose the thread here, and is fortunately not too disappointed: After less than a minute the guitar bretzelt drauflos, growls employ and with these also a lot of power – everything is perfectly mixed into balance (even if the decrepit facility intends starting with the bass lines and to capitulate), so that optimal grave mood can be spread. During the trio then puts out even such a thing as a powerful Breakdown, which would certainly be well received even in core bands – but without losing its Slow Death / Doom job out of sight.
The final “Catatonic” then boasts of more than eight minutes of playing time – it will be interesting, considering the recent quality of the song can actually be good only if The Crawling not get bogged down in length. In fact, the track takes slow ride on, the chorus can then convince beyond measure, occur all the growls but really powerful out of the speakers, in combination with enigmatic held Gekeife it is the perfect metal lining. The monotonous Leadriff moves with the times a little to the substance, it is still maxed out excessively, as a stopgap, you can track the yet not denote.
Conclusion: Three songs are actually too little, so blooms the gentlemen here a deduction in the B-Note. But this small selection of songs already shows enormous potential, forms but from the first minute on a wonderfully depressing mood that does not slide through growls into Aggressive, but rather to despair and thus perfectly fits the lousy weather outside.