Doodsdrek
Following on from their interview a few weeks back its only fair that I write a review for this so those of you who are interested can get a handle on what Doodsdrek is all about. To be brief they’re about as underground and low-fi as they come and well worth investing a few units of currency in.
Forget about nicey nicey big productions or big anything for that matter because this album is pure filthy and garage sounding as you can get. The difference is that Doodsdrek make it credible with some severe necro guitaring, fast low key drumming and instant changes of pace leave you feeling like you’ve just been nutted by some big hard twat.
The hostility begins with a fairly tame electronic intro then ‘De Verderver’ black and rolls into your face for the first half minute then accelerates wildly and without warning in a Flemish maelstrom of necromancy. Then again without warning it slows right down to almost doom speed for the remaining minute. At under three minutes it makes for a bold statement of what the band is here to achieve.
‘De Aardvreters’ is next up and contrasts brilliantly with the opener. With a really unusual riff that changes key and speed frequently acting as a conduit for intensely spewed vile screaming. The rest of the song takes of with fast but simple arrangements in an example of how raw Black Metal should be undertaken.
The next few tracks explore the territory of longer songs and include elements of depressive and slower guitars. They are just as enjoyable as the faster tunes though. ‘De Mars der Overtolligen’ is the last proper song and weighs in at over six minutes and bulks out the album nicely.
A few years back I thought it would be a funny idea if someone did a Black Metal unplugged album using acoustic guitars and bongo drums. The Doodsdrek outro seems to be an attempt at this but actually does a good job of calming the listener down after the previous twenty five minutes of insanity.
This is not an album for everyone. If you like a raw and malnourished style then go ahead and tuck in like Obelisk at the feast but if you don’t then this piece of art will be lost on you. It is a worthy addition to any fanatic’s CD arsenal.
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