Album Type: Full Length
Date Released:
03/03/2017
Label: Opoponax Records
It is start to finish, packed with
massive fuzzed out riffs, deep despair and copious nods to the sweat leaf that Goya
pay homage to throughout the entire album.
Small wonder in the midst of our current political nightmare that Goya
would drop a jewel heralding the end, before escaping in the smoky haze of
their own retreat.
1).
Omen: I. Strange Geometry, II. Fade Away, III.
Life Disintegrates (20:07)
2).
Germination (02:18)
3).
Misanthropy On High (11:46)
4).
Disease (06:21)
The Review:
The
entirety of side A is made up of "Omen", an epic twenty minute,
three part epistle on the end of days. Part 1, "Strange Geometry",
opens up to slow tribal drums and psychedelic warbling, courtesy of
their Boss Dr. Sample SP-303, before thick bluesy riffing slowly builds to
a fuzzy lament on pending oblivion. Part 2, "Fade Away", is
mostly a jam session, acting as a bridge between the first and third sections,
slowing down enough to gently croon the title several times before ripping into
Part 3, "Life Disintegrates". The third and final act of "Omen"
continues the downward spiral of heavy sludge doom in the finest tradition of Electric Wizard
and Sleep,
epic smoked out doom for the pending apocalypse.
Side
B dishes up twenty more minutes of meaty riffs in three more tracks, which sort
of act like another massive three part opus, but this time with breaks between.
First up is "Germination", just a couple minutes of slow heavy doom
that sets the tone and acts as an intro for the next track, "Misanthropy
on High". “Misanthropy…” is monolithic slow and
enormously heavy. Lyrically, the title speaks for itself, with each verse
making its escape from the waste of reality into dope fuelled release,
repeatedly echoing the double edged sentiment “waste away".
The
final track, "Disease", sees Goya wading back into more uptempo Sabbath-esque
doom. After two epic jams full of deep gloom, it's a welcome release when they
open up the jam and rock out a bit. While lyrically it's still dwelling on
oblivion, “Disease” is full of swagger, energy and a couple really killer
solos. It's a hook laden finish to a dank and heavy trip of an album. Small
wonder in the midst of our current political nightmare that Goya would drop a
jewel heralding the end, before escaping in the smoky haze of their own retreat.
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