Imagine something really loud. Something really heavy. Something really dark. And it’s coming to get you.
Slowly, very slowly, it’s coming to get you.
So slowly in fact that it takes fourteen years to arrive. Well that, in a nutshell, is the new Khanate album, as the doom metal supergroup return after a hiatus almost as long as the gap between two beats of one of Tim Wyskida‘s mighty drums.
And they haven’t really cheered up much, you’ll be pleased to know. Hardly surprising given the state of the world today, but as you’d expect, their return to the low frequencies with the hilariously Swans-baiting title of To Be Cruel gives us a much more internal kind of anger and catharsis. Alan Dubin‘s vocals still drip with venom, and spite erupts from every piece of guitar and bass torture by Stephen O’Malley and James Plotkin.
Khanate push the doom template so far that the vibe is almost closer to power electronics, but with more power and fewer electronics — bleak, skull-splittingly loud drones barely anchored to the Earth by the vocals and drums. Take those out and slow everything down even further, and you have molecules in stasis at absolute zero — or, in other words, something approaching O’Malley’s work with SunnO))). It’s simultaneously minimalist and all-encompassing, a Wall Of Sound built from four very sturdy bricks.
If Electric Wizard are an exploitation pic, drenched in sex and psychedelia, Khanate are Salo or Srpski Film, or the early work of Jim Van Bebber. There’s nothing nice or fun here, but the sheer apocalyptic rage is exhilarating. Remember how dirty Whitehouse felt the first time you heard them and didn’t realise how much fun they were having? The sense that you shouldn’t be listening to something this dark, like you’d stumbled on something forbidden — and forbidden for a very good reason.
“CRY WITH ME”, Dubin shrieks on the title track.
-Justin Farrington-