Showing posts with label Torpor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Torpor. Show all posts

Sunday, 31 July 2016

The Sludgelord Video Premiere - Torpor unleash the mighty "Jasager"

By: Aaron Pickford

It is not often that a band is so damn corrosive and monstrously heavy that they literally and figuratively make you lose your shit, but London three piece Torpor are that band.  Undeniably face melting, their fusion of sludge, noise and doom, hasn’t quite reached the heady heights of some of their contemporaries, however Torpor’s star is in the ascendency.

For me they released one of, if not the best release of 2015, with the monumental “From Nothing Comes Everything” but if that wasn’t enough, the band regrouped and possibly even outmuscled themselves, with the release of the frankly obese split with Sonance earlier this year via Truthseeker Music.

With the recent announcement that Torpor, will play the prestigious Incubate Festival on Saturday 10th 2016, the band have also collaborated with their good friends, Massive Lake, on a video for their phenomenal 10 minute masterpiece of drone “Jasager” and today at The Sludgelord, we’re humbled to be able to debut the premiere of the video in full, which you can check out below. Remember “A family that Slays together, Stays Together”   


You can pick up a copy of their split with Sonance here and digital tracks are available as a “Name your Price” download here


Band info: facebook

Wednesday, 16 March 2016

Torpor/Sonance - "Torpor/Sonance" Split 12inch (Review)

By: Hunter Young

Album Type: Split 12inch
Date Released: 12/02/2016
Label: Truthseeker Music


This is one of the dirtiest albums I've heard outside of a true crust punk manifesto, dripping with greasy crunch, gain for years, and enough aggression to start its own political movement. Torpor hits you with a mountain of solid feedback and heaving riffs, while Sonance give you a lovely cup of tea laced with arsenic and cocaine. These two bands hit you high and low, dragging you behind their vans to scrap all the skin from your body.  In short, this is a monstrous album. It leaves you on the rocks, wracked with the darkness that lives inside your soul and stretched out, naked. It is a venture that you dare not take on lightly. Bring Friends! Share the Misery!

“Torpor/Sonance” Split 12 LP//DD track listing

1). Torpor – Jasager
2). Torpor – Environs
3). Torpor – Agalma
4). Sonance – End of Life
5). Sonance – Under And Under
6). Sonance - Capes

The Review:

Ever just find one of those albums that you know none of your friends will ever appreciate? That is just so heavy, so fundamentally dragging its knuckles so far into the earth it's like twin grand canyon’s?  Well, if not, here's one to pop your cherry: the new 12" (that's right, so massive it had to add an extra 5" to please your mom) split from Torpor and Sonance.

To start with, this is one of the dirtiest albums I've heard outside of a true crust punk manifesto, dripping with greasy crunch, gain for years, and enough aggression to start its own political movement. Torpor hits you with a mountain of solid feedback and heaving riffs, while Sonance give you a lovely cup of tea laced with arsenic and cocaine. These two bands hit you high and low, dragging you behind their vans to scrap all the skin from your body. 

Torpor opens the gates to the Maddened Plains with “Jasager”, a 10 minute marathon to self decimation, and then driving the nails even deeper with “Environs” and “Algama”. Like a few other feedback addicted bands, Torpor simply lets their sound speak much of the time, dragging you across a sonic landscape of glass and grit. With a vocalist who screams from at least the 5th circle of reverb hell, filled with a suffering that I could not humanly imagine, they sink their rusted metal fingers deep into the center of your brain and don't let go for the entirety of the 21+ minutes of side A. Trying to shake them loose is simply going to shred your psyche when they hook you. 

Sonance is just as brutal, screaming for vengeance with a more melancholic tone. They lull you into a false peace with their intro to “End Your Life”, combining some progressive aural brutality with a hardcore vocal styling, dripping with rawness. It's a harrowing endeavour simply to listen.

Absolutely guttural, laden with the screams of tortured instruments and amps, Sonance comes in like an avenging wraith wreathed in nothing but the scraps of burial cloth that were left clinging to it. They attack their guitars as if mortally offended, wrenching tortured harmonies from them before again falling into a quiet beauty.  Sonance lets you breathe instead of constantly grinding you down like Torpor does, levelling you with an emotional freight car. “Over and Under”, track 2 for them, doesn't let up at all, but instead is a swirling maelstrom of inner hatred. It sucks at you like mud on a battlefield, to trap you and suffocate as it closes in on you. They close with “Capes”, a post metal cleansing of the palate. Instrumental, and much needed.

Sonance are like the death of a loved one, a black void in a familiar place. 

In short, this is a monstrous album. It leaves you on the rocks, wracked with the darkness that lives inside your soul and stretched out, naked. It is a venture that you dare not take on lightly. Bring Friends! Share the Misery!


“Torpor/Sonance” is available here



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Friday, 6 February 2015

Torpor - From Nothing Comes Everything (Album Review)


Album Type: Full-Length
Date Released: 9/2/2015
Label: Head of Crom/Black Bow Records

‘From Nothing Comes Everything’ DD/CS/LP track listing:

1). From This Time
2). Surrender to the Light
3). The Wake
4). As Waves Crash
5). Abandon
6). Everything We Left Behind

Torpor is:

Nats Spada | Vocals
Jon Taylor - Guitar/Vocals
Lauren Mason | Bass
Simon Mason | Drums

Review

The Sludgelord’s boggy swamp is home to a plethora of bands founded upon the desire to retch riffs of the dirtiest kind upon our welcoming ears, but few can claim a bottom end as punishing as Torpor’s. The Brighton wrecking crew celebrate their third birthday next month, but the confidence which exudes from out of ‘From Nothing Comes Everything’ could trick you into believing they are three times that age. Fronted by Nats Spada’s banshee screams, they pour elements of sludge metal, hardcore and doom into their bubbling cauldron throughout their multi-faceted sound, giving listeners plenty to find invigorating. These are bleak dirges that satisfy our rumbling hunger for riffs filthier than Ron Jeremy’s hard drive and Spada is their tyrannical Queen, domineering the act from her towering throne.

Their second release,  ‘From Nothing Comes Everything’ takes the blueprint drawn up on 2012’s ‘Bled Dry’ and expands upon the borders of their sound, claiming new territory as their own and remaining completely and utterly devastating in the process. Dissonant riffs snap at you from a post-metal haze throughout, the first tremors of the near 11-minute epic 'From This Time' quite simply taking your ears by siege. Yet, for all the devastation they cause, the post-metal haze that capes the entire record stops it from becoming overbearing, somehow managing to find a dwelling on the spectrum where brutality and lucidity are of equal measure and effect.  

For the most part, Spada spews out low, grinding growls that bathe in cesspit rhythms as slow as rush hour traffic, but occasionally she cuts to cleanly delivered lines which most prominently show off their hardcore side. It’s that extra dynamic which grabs you the most – the juxtaposition from wretched, wallowing warbles to smooth but seething passages sticking out like a proudly sore thumb.

‘Surrender to Light’ packs a dismal, plodding riff with subtle changes oscillating around the riffs domineering presence. Experimentation with the dynamics later on proves this is a band refusing to rest on their laurels; they want to assault your ears in as many different ways as possible. Compare where the band are today with the band they introduced themselves as in 2012 and you will see with your own eyes the steps forward this band has taken.

‘The Wake’ is nightmarish, its atmosphere otherworldly. At just over two minutes the mainly instrumental track stabs a blood stained blade into the gut of this record, ‘As Waves Crush’ the blood that comes flooding out.

Drummer Simon Mason’s cymbal centric playing, sounding like waves crashing in the ocean. Conjuring an atmosphere which this album thrives on, invoking a virgin layer of paint on the canvas, setting the mood for the others to follow with menacing intent.     

Admittedly it can be difficult to differentiate the songs without astute attention being paid. The songs kind of morph into each other which bares both positive and negative results: the sense of cohesion here is immense, the record rapturous for it, but at the same time there’s that craving for a little more to crawl out of the mix and make itself known to you.

A great record that captures this band’s progression, however it leaves you with the feeling that there are still many more studious steps to be taken.

Words: Phil Weller  

You can pick up the DD here and LP here

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