Clouds are soaked in blood. Rocks cry, and the water is icy like all the cursed hearts. Gloomy, mournful at this time. They get messy. I climb in the woods, join the company, enjoy the long stretching of the death of the doom bands.
I’m glad I met THE CRAWLING . Otherwise, I would be deprived of a nice chilling experience.
If we should define the music of these British, we would have to mention bands like NOVEMBER’S DOOM, MY DYING BRIDE, DRACONIAN, CATATONIA, and BOLT THROWER, ENTOMBED. It’s not so important again. In the case of similar packs, in the end, mainly a feeling of sadness and anxiety. And that’s what THE CRAWLING can do .
“Anatomy Of Loss” flashes out of the speakers like fog over the wetland. It is nothing new or exceptional, but it is certainly attractive in its own way. The band managed to materialize the mood of mourning ceremonies, deserted cathedrals and the last moments of dying. You know, it’s hard to describe what a person feels. Because it seems to me that my words are not enough. This is exactly the kind of group I liked during the first few tones, and I do not even know why. Maybe it’s just out of the way, maybe I needed to choose the backdrop for reading the book. I do not know, the associations that have been made are often unfeasible. Anyway, death doom metal in this version is my own, and I confess it for no reason. I recommend a raincoat, earphones and a deserted path in the middle of a forest. You will hear yourself. Great album!
