The sheer weight of doom metal, from the emotional quagmires it often wallows in to the massive, lordly riff structures and ponderous gravity that so often govern its compositional style, often predisposes the genre to a glacial pace. While Coffinworm conjure a mood as black as any funeral ceremony and enough heaviness to crush the chest of a blasphemer, IV.I.VIII also engages in musical registers that doom more seldom explores: base violence, brutality, grittiness and filth.
While a lot of doom has a gothic, almost Victorian quality that favours the dignified and ceremonial, this is doom that flails and writhes, bleeds and befouls. "Instant Death Syndrome" glowers balefully and seethes with barely controlled rage that frequently bubbles over into sonic violence. The thick, clotted tone and shredded, ruined vocals enhance this sense of messiness, of things torn asunder. This is not orderly doom, but something much more dangerous.
Frequently dissonant, saturated in extreme emotion and unabashedly broken, IV.I.VIII spits in the face of the minister and flips over the coffin at the funeral.
(Profound Lore)While a lot of doom has a gothic, almost Victorian quality that favours the dignified and ceremonial, this is doom that flails and writhes, bleeds and befouls. "Instant Death Syndrome" glowers balefully and seethes with barely controlled rage that frequently bubbles over into sonic violence. The thick, clotted tone and shredded, ruined vocals enhance this sense of messiness, of things torn asunder. This is not orderly doom, but something much more dangerous.
Frequently dissonant, saturated in extreme emotion and unabashedly broken, IV.I.VIII spits in the face of the minister and flips over the coffin at the funeral.