Induspoetryal
Beyond Eternity
Beings
In Search of Eve
Immortal
Kosmosozialmosaik
The
third full length album, "Upuaut" from Slovakian atmospheric
conjurer’s, Simulacrum; mantles itself with the concept of the Egyptian
symbol of Ubuat/Web-wawet (though incorrectly presented here in the oft
mistranslated form by Western culture as Upuat/Upuaut), the Opener of
the Way that is a divine form of Anbu (Anubis) who guides souls of the
deceased through the regions of the Duat (the Underworld where souls go
for transformations that lead to resurrection). As track titles suggest,
it is with this concept in mind that the music revolves about.
Momentary gurgle of throat singing is ground beneath shifting blocks of
granite, perhaps the ritually sealing a sarcophagus, dim percussion of
ceremony outside the vast temple a subtle plea under the rattling of bone
and floating strikes of piano notes. From this state the music launches
itself into modern techno-rhythm swimming in a current buoyed on the themes
explored and dense explosions of noise, pausing briefly in still pools
before continuing the journey. ‘Beyond Eternity’
while driven on beats is less hurried and more ritualized, white noise
rushes an ocean that is beyond death, a vast body full of ephemeral memories.
Eventually this transmogrifies into pseudo-dub rhythm where peals of noise,
high-frequency tones, and mangled synth drift before the listener is returned
full circle. Continuing a very modern infusion, ‘Beings’
steps lazy hypnotic beats that ring with frostings of noise, dissonant
melody, and oriental murmurings. Rasping stone upon stone cradles more
lazy percussion in ‘In Search of Eve’ that appear
for the most part far from the dark abyss into which it plummets, a vast
abysm wreathed in vocal torments, of something akin to Barker’s
Hellraiser before the track end in a curious mix of both expositions.
Squealing metal and oscillating sine tones lure the listener in ‘Immortal’
before industrial pounding necessitates more and more haste and further
chaos. The last track leaves static trails and whales of synth to corral
tribal dirge with industrial classicism before the final obliteration
in a dense shroud of noise.
NYR