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Genre:
Rock
Release Date: 02/20/2007
One thing is clear about Chicago's
metal four-piece
Minsk almost from the start -- while their future peers spent their formative years playing
Metallica and
Slayer albums to death, these guys were probably having their minds blown by early
Neurosis records. There are indeed a lot of similarities between
Minsk and
Neurosis -- relatively slow tempos, thick sludgy guitar sound, the vocalist's throaty screams, monumental song lengths. However,
Minsk are far from being mere copycats; besides sonic similarities they also inherited
Neurosis' creative restlessness and tendency to explore all the possibilities within their trademark sound, the very qualities that made those Oakland titans such an influential band.
The Ritual Fires of Abandonment,
Minsk's
Relapse debut, is nothing short of epic, a one-hour journey that's alternately gripping, haunting, mesmerizing, and intimidating. Album opener
"Embers" starts things off on a slow and mysterious note, riding a thick groove of tribal drums, dense atmospherics, and echoing chant-like vocals, and by the time guitars quake in, some time after the four-minute mark, the listener is already lured into their twisted and dangerous sonic maze. Throughout
The Ritual Fires of Abandonment Minsk smartly alternate between shorter, more straightforward songs like the furious
"White Wings" or
"Circle of Ashes," and huge epic numbers which ebb and flow for more than a dozen minutes. There's an occasional curveball, too -- a sudden oasis of calm amidst the chaos in the form of ambient instrumental
"Mescaline Sunrise," or a totally unexpected saxophone solo popping up when colossal mid-way number
"The Orphans of Piety" grinds to a near halt some ten minutes in. Bandmember
Sanford Parker provides production ideally suited to the band's modus operandi -- it's grand and appropriately murky yet richly layered and detailed. There is also a strong sense of mysticism running through the record, but not of the common Dungeons and Dragons variety that makes musicians far above the voting age wear strange outfits, sing songs about immortal warriors with flaming swords, and put pictures of said warriors (and swords) on their album covers. Rather, it's something more somber, some menacing and darkly romantic edge that makes
Minsk's deafening rumble almost esoteric. If
Dillinger Escape Plan can be hailed as something like
Radiohead for the current crop of thinking man's
metal, then in
Minsk this intriguing and multi-faceted bunch can eventually obtain their own
Dead Can Dance.
~Sergey Mesenov, All Music Guide
;)
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