Septic Mind - Истинный Зов (The True Call) (CD)

extreme funeral doom, Solitude Productions, Solitude Productions
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The second album from a Russian band Septic mind. “The True Call” consists of three long tracks and continues the evolution of musical ideas established at their previous album, “The Beginning”. The musicians still stand at positions of extremal doom metal, but they are moving away from the influence of Esoteric forming their own sound. This time Septic Mind music with typical cosmic psychedelic interludes features elements of sludge doom metal. “The True Call” is the next chapter of the gloomy and insane tale of Septic Mind covered with cold, despair and misanthropy.

Tracklist:
1 Истинный Зов / The True Call 25:35
2 Обречен Грешить / Doomed To Sin 18:43
3 Планета Больна / Planet Is Sick 14:41

Artist:
Septic Mind
Artist Country:
Russia
Album Year:
2011
Title:
Истинный Зов (The True Call)
Genre:
extreme funeral doom
Format:
CD
Type:
CD Album
Package:
Jewel Case
Label:
Solitude Productions
Cat Num:
SP. 051-11
Release Year:
2011
Country Of Manufacture:
Russia
Review
Pavillon 666
7.5/10
13.02.2012

La Russie continue doucement à exporter ses groupes à l’étranger via le label SOLITUDE PRODUCTIONS. Pour l’instant, nous recevons surtout des albums de "doom" puisque ce label est spécialisé dans ce style. Qu’importe, ce qui compte, c’est de découvrir quelques nouvelles formations issues de pays pas toujours accessibles facilement. Il est quelque peu difficile de trouver des informations concernant SEPTIC MIND. On sait que le combo existe depuis 2006. C’est en fait sous la forme d’un duo qu’évolue ce projet. La batterie étant assurée par une machine, Michael NAGIEV et Grigoriev ALEXANDER se partage le reste du travail. Ce troisième album vient désormais enrichir la discographie du groupe.

La vague de froid qui sévit actuellement sur l’Europe servira de repère pour poser l’ambiance de ce disque « Истинный Зов », traduit en anglais par « The True Call ». Je ne sais pas d’où leur vient cette inspiration mais même dans les pays scandinaves les productions ne sont pas aussi radicales. SHAPE OF DESPAIR pourrait presque passer pour un groupe de punk destiné à animer les goûters d’anniversaire. C’est dire… La Sibérie, ça doit vraiment être quelque chose en hiver…

On ne compte que trois morceaux sur ce disque de quasiment une heure. A lui seul, le premier morceau, « The True Call », atteint les 25 minutes. Joué à un tempo normal, il en aurait peut-être duré 5. Et pourtant, on a beau être critique ou quelque peu cynique sur la durée, les tempos et d’autres aspects de ce style de metal, il faut reconnaître chez ces musiciens un véritable talent de composition. Il s’agit de construire dans ces titres une ambiance sans cesse en évolution. La lourdeur pesante construit à elle seule un véritable univers dans lequel on se laisse très vite embarquer. Ce monstre de puissance a très vite fait de vous emmener côtoyer un domaine où l’on ne sent pas forcément à l’aise. Cela reste à voir, le public averti appréciera néanmoins ces ambiances d’une toute autre dimension. « Doomed To Sin » est un petit peu plus léger. Les guitares en son clair allègent quelque peu l’ensemble. Les claviers, quant à eux, contrastent un peu avec cette légèreté en poussant dans les basses avec une intention toute autre. Puis, cette introduction passée, on retourne à cet état de lourdeur façon rouleau compresseur. Il faut vraiment attendre « Planet Is Sick » pour retrouver des structures plus communes et moins martiales. On reste sur beaucoup de lourdeur mais l’énergie est un peu plus dynamique. Certes, tout cela reste relatif mais après 40 minutes de doom extrême, on a l’impression d’être réveillé par tant de dynamisme.

Il faut déjà être quelque peu sensible à ce style pour pénétrer pleinement l’univers de SEPTIC MIND. Le funeral doom compte un nouveau pilier et celui-ci vient d’un pays où il fait froid, extrêmement froid et il a bien l’intention de vous le faire sentir.

Author: CHART
Review
The Pit of the Damned
8/10
12.02.2012

Li avevamo lasciati ad inizio 2011, con un monolitico album di soli tre pezzi; li ritroviamo oggi alle prese con altri tre bei pacconi di funeral doom. Si tratta dei russi Septic Mind, fieri portabandiera di un genere che oggi sta vivendo la sua massima espansione, grazie anche ad act ben più famosi. Sarà forse l’immagine di un pianeta alla totale deriva o la percezione di fine del mondo imminente, ma sempre più presa sta avendo questo movimento cosi estremo, in cui la proposta del duo di Tver si inserisce. “The True Call” si apre con la consueta lugubre musicalità dei nostri, che rispetto al precedente “The Beginning”, sembra aver incupito ulteriormente (e di certo non era una missione del tutto scontata) il proprio sound, instillando nella già pesante aria, una ancor più profonda sensazione di morte. La opening, nonché title track, è una specie di marcia funebre, ma che più lenta non si può, che sembra essere influenzata anche da sonorità drone/sludge, per un risultato talmente tanto funesto, ipnotico e quanto mai eccitante, da entusiasmarmi non poco. Una sorta di Ufomammut rallentati (e ce ne vuole) che incontrano il drone dei Sunn O))), in un contesto apocalittico a la Neurosis, ovviamente il tutto rallentato di 100 volte. Sospesi in un infinito buco nero che risucchia pian piano ogni cosa, la mia anima viene inghiottita anch’essa rapidamente dal nefasto destino che ci attende, la morte. Tutto si oscura, il sole si spegne, un gelo galattico avvinghia il nostro insignificante pianeta, estinguendo quasi istantaneamente qualsiasi forma di vita. Ecco il panorama nichilista dipinto dalla musica dei nostri, che con la loro musica oscura e a dir poco opprimente, si pongono un solo unico obiettivo, cancellare l’uomo dal nostro pianeta. E il risultato, totalmente privo di ossigeno, riesce nell’impresa che i nostri si sono prefissati. La band prova anche a cambiare registro nei minuti iniziali di “Doomed to Sin”, con un suono decisamente più sperimentale e meno tetro, ma ammetto di preferirli nella loro veste più tenebrosa ed eccomi accontentato perché i suoni d’oltretomba ritornano per una quindicina di minuti buoni a confortarmi, con una buona dose di ferrea angoscia, sempre coadiuvata dal growling catacombale di Michael Nagiev. Chiude il disco “Planet is Sick”, la song più ammaliante, psichedelica e anche melodica del terzetto, a confermare che il nostro pianeta è malato e a sancire anche l’importante passo in avanti fatto dal duo russo. Magniloquenti!

Author: Francesco Scarci
Review
Lords of Metal
7.9/10

Het is elke keer weer een mooi raadsel als je een CD van Septic Mind in je handen krijgt. Buiten de bandnaam is alles in het Russisch geschreven en daar is geen touw aan vast te knopen. Gelukkig (althans in dit geval) leven we in een tijd van globalisering en komen we er snel achter dat dit album in het Engels de titel ‘The True Call’ heeft, wat tevens de titel van de openingstrack is. Naast dit nummer vinden we nog twee andere songs die vertaald de titels ‘Doomed To Sin’ en ‘Planet Is Sick’ dragen. Met lengtes van ruim 25, 18 en 14 minuten word je geconfronteerd met loodzware doom hoorspelen die zowel donker, melancholiek als psychedelisch klinken. Het is dan ook overduidelijk, wat overigens bij de voorgaande twee albums ook al aan het licht kwam, dat Esoteric de grootste inspiratiebron van dit duo is. Liefhebbers van die band kunnen dan ook zonder verder na te denken deze schijf aanschaffen.

Author: Pim B.
Review
Chronicles of Chaos
8/10
29.07.2012

A year after releasing the monumental debut _Beginning_, Septic Mind has unleashed another mind-boggling, three-track, almost-one-hour-long monstrosity upon us; arguably, the band has progressed in terms of song writing ideas and the incorporation of foreign elements into their funereal metallic art; others would probably state the band has undergone through a process of devolution, delivering a much more stripped-down, earthly, material and crude funeral doom.
You see, Septic Mind is anything but mundane: its sonic art could be interpreted in more than one way; the multitude of its grey shades is deceiving and irrational; the musical material here can be used both as a substance for nightmares as well as dreams fertilizer. The psychedelic backbone of the band's whining guitars and its enigmatic allure towards Pink Floyd-ish vibes, coupled with the extravagant exhibition of the band's peculiar, monolithic-yet-graceful brand of funeral doom, generate something that is alienating yet strangely familiar; this music will deceive your ears with waves of strange blackened colours and frequencies that are otherworldly.
The ones who would probably think _The True Call_ is more primitive an album than the band's debut, are not altogether mistaken, due to the fact the music lends an impression of acute desolation, achieved by the bleak yet beautiful and cleverly designed music, executed via the use of gigantic guitar sound and phenomenal monstrous vocals. The outcome reeks of extreme emptiness, and all that remains are the devouring sonic waves of the guitars and the growls, reverberating inside the walls of one's skull.
The album is comprised of three long, long tracks (that by no means will bore the living shit out of you even for a single moment!), each constructed by the skillful hands of the engineers and architects of funeral doom metal; and this album is indeed -metal-, through and through, succumbing not to the traps and pits of the ethereal and gentle side of funeral doom, namely the ambient or droning elements; this album has got atmosphere in abundance yet it stays rooted so deep in the metallic culture, delivering such heavyweight music, it is almost scary. Beauty, ugliness and the (almost) endless potential of metal are all on display here, showcasing the bottomless vastness of human creativity.
_The True Call_ is one of the best albums released in the year 2011, and since years and dates mean nothing in the realm of good music (which is eternal and timeless anyway), it is never, ever too late to grab a copy of this beautiful and strange album. You are well advised to do so ASAP.

Author: C Drishner
Review
Alternative Matter
21.12.2011

This is the second album from Russian based Septic Mind, and from the opening swathes of isolation and despair the listener appreciates what is in store for the duration. Consisting of three long tracks “The True Call”, “Doomed to Sin” and “Planet is Sick” each, in their own way, develop throughout the duration at a dinosaur pace. “The True Call” begins in a desolate landscape, encased in fog and awaiting the arrival of the vocal. When the vocal arrives it is in the low, bleak growl that is familiar to most devotees of this style of playing. Around 10 minutes into the track the mood is lifted slightly as further instrumentation add new levels to the landscape, guitars weave in and out of the smoke and voices from above add to the tone. Eventually the elements that have been hinted at so far coalesce and round the piece off with an unwieldy riff and an austere spirit. “Doomed to Sin” begins altogether more optimistically, but has the familiar tone lurking in the background, and gradually over the next 10 minutes decelerates into tectonic plates of sound grating against each other as guitars cry mournfully in the expanse. The shortest track “Planet is Sick” at 14 minutes is by some way the more complex of the three pieces and draws the listener in with its’ contemplative guitar motif and the sinister progression throughout. This track, more than the others, has the advantage of being the most easily accessible and has a more uplifting feel, if that word could be applied to music of this nature. By the culmination the listener has been trampled down, and is left feeling both exhilarated and overwhelmed with passion.

Overall The True Call leaves the willing observer feeling melancholic and hungry for more which takes skill and courage to attempt and pull off effectively. The length of the tracks that make up the album permit them time to expand organically, and there is an essence throughout that each piece is emerging as we listen. Amongst the many albums that are attempting to inspire doom and despondency, Septic Mind have managed to do so with The True Call, and to also inspire the listener to take notice of what is on offer and not to dismiss as mere soundtrack.

Author: John
Review
Hellride Music
19.12.2011

Septic Mind comes in strong with this sophomore release, an epic trilogy consisting of three extremely long and exhaustingly intense songs of crippling misery that is much like an Evoken/Esoteric cocktail of sound channeled through LSD and H.P. Lovecraft. There’s an incredibly hostile and frightening mood to “Planet is Sick” that is indebted to the sci-fi/psychedelic whirling effect creating the image of a fluorescent cyclone cutting through the space-time continuum and gradually vacuuming all of existence into it’s invisible core. While “Doomed to Sin” is eerie, but looser in mood with more of a sense of space and wandering than being crushed or inhaled, it serves as a great space-out/ lose your mind desert sprawl between the haunting and epic opener of “The True Call” and the fierceness closer of “Planet is Sick”.

“The True Call” is 25+ minutes of a: 65% old Cure instrumental (Pornography/Faith/17 Seconds are) gloom meets acid with funereal and dreamy psychedelic chords and brief melodic leads that hover like a dense electric fog over a planet destined for destruction in a matter of days or even hours; and 35% indecipherable gurgling inhuman growl over a sci-fi psychedelic landscape of desertion and no absolution aside from destruction.

Even after writing this and listening to it yet again ( for the dozenth time, but never more than once in a row), it leaves me exhausted and short of breath afterward, it’s just that HEAVY!!!!! Their 2010 debut “The Beginning” is also highly recommended and here’s a few links to get you initiated to their sound”:

Author: Janet Willis
Review
Kaosguards

Au menu du deuxième album de SEPTIC MIND, on trouve trois compositions dépassant respectivement 25, 18 et 14 minutes: les Russes se placent avantageusement dans la course au titre de groupe le plus extrêmement monumental du Funeral Doom.

Heureusement, le propos de SEPTIC MIND ne se résume pas à la longueur de ses titres, critère généralement plus synonyme d’ennui que d’intérêt. Le groupe ne peut guère prétendre révolutionner le sous genre puisqu’il en reprend à son compte les préceptes les plus basiques : extrême lenteur des tempi, rythmiques pachydermiques, vocaux caverneux et indistincts, textes et imagerie d’une noirceur totale, tout y est et particulièrement bien maîtrisé.

SEPTIC MIND se distingue de ses camarades de désespoir par une propension nette à plonger sa muraille granitique dans un brouillard lysergique. Lequel a pour vertu principale de conférer un caractère foncièrement malsain et dégénéré à un ensemble déjà aux confins de l’humanité. Riffs dissonants, claviers hantés, vocaux noyés dans le mix : l’auditeur déjà malmené s’enfonce littéralement dans un magma épais et gluant, perdant toute notion de temps, d’espace, en même temps qu’il réalise l’inanité de tout espoir.

Si vous comptez passer seul les fêtes de fin d’année, ne tentez pas le Diable, évitez cet album, il pourrait vous être fatal. Si vous aimez de Funeral Doom existentiel, succombez les yeux fermés.

Author: Alain Lavanne
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