The Art of Dying is the sound of a creative entity so far beyond rudimentary thrash, that they can’t even fake their discomfort in “returning to roots.”
Their sound drips with old school analog and the occasional cat-scratching record. It raises your temperature incrementally, like a locomotive building speed.
Near-infinite doom, My Dying Bride ground up by sort of gravelly Entombed tones, death vocals, and Neurosis chill-outs added, just to make you extra sad.
They harness the spirit and beauty of classic rock and write songs able to hold their own alongside the greats without sounding like Sha-Na-Na nostalgia.
Anthemic choruses, clean vocals & guitars, distorted NIN vocals, trancy bits, oblique lyrics, relaxed singing, and just the right amount of sandblasting.