2023-12-11 09:41:08
Those who can never say no to cooperation Full of Hell and Nothing cultivate with When No Birds Sang a well-rounded album in the symbiosis of atmospheric sludge metal and dreamy shoegaze. But….
Full of Hell (who, as a compromise for the meeting, refrain from using the deathcore accelerator, which means that no extremes have to be bridged in terms of tempo to reach a common denominator) and Nothing (who can lean so completely into their fabulous shoegaze kit) show a symbiotic juxtaposition of their trademarks, their character traits largely separated from one another, rather than offering an actual fusion of these, especially in the middle of the record (where in an imaginative space -Trance Forever Well is provoked into a nasty psychosis in a deliberate, grinding manner, while the instrumental Wild Blue contemplative, dreamy rippling remains) choosing the formless ambient as a binding medium.
But the round arc of tension When No Birds Sang simply follows a well-balanced path, puts the (very) good (but not outstanding) songwriting at the service of the aesthetics and atmosphere, including a coherent narrative, with a curved performance, resulting in a harmonious whole, especially in its conclusion: the combination of the two parties creates an exciting dynamic from ingredients that are not very exciting in themselves, the sound is great.
Rose Tinted World opens naggingly as a vomiting sludge roller with the handbrake on and pure snooper knowledge Full of Hell-Competence, the nasty slow motion slowly draws you in, but slows down in the last third to a trance of stream of consciousness that overlaps with the news channel search Like Stars in the Firmament as Nothing-Signature can spread a warm, soft and elegiacly beautiful shoegaze ballad in their comfort zone. The washed-out, ethereal title song also drifts calmly there, but picks up speed in a meditative way, stomping on velvet paws.
The impression that the two bands had already worked together during the creation process and did not just retroactively put together existing material in a homogenized manner only actually arises in the process Spend the Grace – the closer, which then also casts a striking “what-anything-would-have-been-possible-here” shadow over the rest of the material, when peacefully dabbing noise rock soft focus slides slowly into the calmly grooving heaviness, and as deliberate to break out as a marching puke – himself Nothing and Full of Hell so mutually fabulous unity Full of Nothing add to. And in this respect, we look forward to a continuation of the potential dream team constellation soon When No Birds Sang give hope.
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