The band plays a form of dystopian funeral death/doom with a deeply disturbing mood that seem to forebode an irreversibly unfortunate fate.
Unlike conventional and monotonous droning funeral doom, Ectoplasma's sharp mountainous peaks and cutting discomfort isn't particularly suitable as some kind of soporific sonic bed buddy.
The album has poisoned the atmosphere in my humble dwelling and haunted my plagued ears periodically for more than half a year, with increased intensity in recent time. Time is overripe to present this sophomore album from Suffer Yourself, a band that was apparently started by a Ukrainian in Poland in 2011. The first and only demo was created by Stanislav Govorukha on his own before a Pole and another Ukrainian joined the band. After the debut, Inner Sanctum (2014), these two men were replaced by a female Ukrainian behind the drums and two Swedes on Guitar and Bass respectively, while Stanislav handles guitar, vocals and programming. The protagonist is the only one who appears to have a metallic resume to show for, and he has done vocals on one track on both Doomed's Wrath Monolith and Frowning's Extinct.
The five tracks of the album last from about 7 to 20 minutes and extend just beyond the hour. The outlandish sounds and whispering voices that open the album before distorted riffs, sluggish drums, anguished screams and grumbling basement-vocals take over, quickly testifying to a bloodcurdling grievous atmosphere. Is it all an omen of imminent tragedy, or is it energies from some former disaster that's refusing to let go?
On this ethereal voyage, lights resembling the ones at the end of the tunnel flickers far in the distance, but we sail helplessly by, dragged in another direction by invisible forces. We move past piano passages, chanting occult monk choirs, schizophrenic voices, bizarre sound effects, female weeping and other spine-chilling sounds that echoes in the cosmos of the subconsciousness. Bitter and biting vocals follow us on our journey through deeply worried melancholy. More sorrowful melody lines occur than a mourning heart can withstand before bursting. They fade in and die out before the world anew gains its natural colour whence silence finally closes the portal to Ectoplasm behind it.
Brace yourself and jump in! Rating: 5