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BURIAL CHAMBER TRIO  self-titled  LP   (Southern Lord)   17.98
self-titled IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE FOR ORDER

Sold out from most other sources, this is the latest slab of demoniac improv ooze from the Sunn O))) offshoot Burial Chamber Trio. Like the other Sunn O))) offshoot Grave Temple Trio, this project includes Oren Ambarchi on guitar and electronics and Attila Csihar (Mayhem/Aborym, etc.) contributing his freakoid vocals, but the core Sunn O))) member here is Greg Anderson, switching his trademark guitar for bass and "subsonics". This is a vinyl only release from the Trio, limited to 2000 copies, and packaged in a killer-looking black sleeve printed with black gloss artwork designed by Seldon Hunt.

The LP features two epic sidelong tracks with the Trio calling forth a nebulous black cloud of crushing doom riffs, subsonic bass, electronic noise, feedback, and demonically possessed vocals. The a-side starts off with churning waves of electronic noise and fx-soaked feedback coiling with Oren Ambarchi's punishing guitar sludge and the deranged chants and moans that are run through a wall of effects and turned into horrific otherworldy EVP. Huge and crushing and psychedelic, this stuff sounds like the blackened offspring of Sunn O))) and Abruptum, throbbing diseased doom riffs droning and rumbling, slight chordal changes occuring every few minutes, the atmosphere dank and fetid and filled with insane gibbering. When it starts to crawl to the end of the side, the grisly black ambience and mangled guitars begin to melt down into a flood of manipulated amp vibrations, increasingly freaked out vocals, and processed fx, and it ends in a chaotic orgy of damaged, cavernous noise with Attila hooting like a Pazuzu-possessed mountain gorilla at the end of an echo chamber. Totally fucked. Things are much more chill on the b-side, even though it does pick up from those weird, processed primate-grunts. When the droning guitars and electronics do ooze in, the sound is less chaotic than the previous side,and it becomes a vast obsidian powerdrone, a simple, super-crushing riff slowly drifting through the abyss, floating on waves of buzzing troniks and eternally buzzing feedback strains.

This is one of the most psychedelic, wigged-out ambient doom sets I've heard from the Sunn O))) camp. Pretty freakish. This is a vinyl only release, issued in a limited edition of 2,000 copies.