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Somehow we missed this one. Strange, because a vortex of doom leading straight into hell is not something one easily overlooks. In fact, it was only when another one of those vortexes was opened this year, by Teeth Of Lions Rule The Divine when they unleashed Rampton to devour our poor souls, that we discovered Khanate, who released their self-titled debut late last year.
We wondered: "If Teeth Of Lions Rule The Divine is only a sort of hobby project, then how sound are the main bands of those musicians?" Driving force behind TOLRTD is Stephen O'Malley, who poses as a guitarist but actually is Satan's right-hand demon, preparing earth for the arrival of his Master, with such bands as TOLRTD, Sunn 0))) and, above all, Khanate. What he does with a guitar has little to do with the way mere mortals play the instrument. He creates an unearthly rumble, where occasionally feedback shrieks thru, like the scream of a million tortured souls.
Henchmen James Plotkin and Tim Wyskida are a rhythm section only on paper. And not even that, because Wyskida is listed as playing "hammers." And it's logical: Hell doesn't need the drive of a beat, because hell is eternal and endless. If there's such a thing as time in the inferno, it only serves to let the damned know how long they have been suffering. So the music of Khanate moves at the pace of a Black Sabbath record played at 1/10th of the intended speed. And when Plotkin strikes a note on his extremely low-tuned bass or Wyskida hits a cymbal, it is not to move the music forward, but only to increase the sense of doom and dread.
And then there's the last member of this coven. Alan Dubin. Some of the survivors of the first wave of death metal might remember him from OLD; everybody else knows him as the sound of those nightmares you get when you have a 40-degree fever. The music rumbles and Dubin hisses, barely audible, like the snake must have hissed at Eve. The sound of original sin. Until he can't ignore the voices in his head anymore and has to do what they say. "Please, please, no face. No breathe, no breathe. Please don't breathe, no." Dubin's screams are bound to leave the listener just as mutilated as the subject of the lyrics.
There're five tracks on Khanate, but the album is over 56 minutes long. There are exactly 0 attempts at melody. Still, the album never lets you escape out of its suffocating grip. Khanate make TOLRTD sound like the hobby-project they are. This has nothing to do with childish, satantic doom-metal. It's not even metal anymore. No power chords, no riffs, and certainly no drum solos. This is the real thing. A masterpiece of undivine inspiration. Listen if you dare, but "lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate."
http://www.kindamuzik.net/recensie/khanate/khanate/2063/
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