As The Morning Dawns We Close Our Eyes

An Autumn For Crippled Children

Quite possibly the poster-child album for what post-black metal is supposed to be.

My Thoughts

I am an unapologetic enjoyer of angsty emo screaming and post-rock shimmering wall of guitar noise. That is just another way to say that I like a lot of blackgaze albums. Like this one, for instance.

Many many moons ago - in a different century no less - a surrealist band from the wilds of West Yorkshire released an inventively titled album full of inventively titled songs. On this album they played some avant garde, schizophrenic black metal.

It struck a chord with a number of people, some of which would go on to form bands of their own. Three of those people would be some weirdos from the Netherlands who decided to make something wholly different from their inspiration.

Nine albums of weird oddly tense blackgaze later, we get this. I can only describe it as “Smashing Pumpkins tour bus vandalized and burning in the parking lot of a Møl show”