SINISTER DOWNFALL – EREMOZOIC – FUNERE
Sinister Downfall’s sole member specializes in funeral doom metal, hits all the check marks of the sub-genre, which includes slow dismal tones, deep growls, long tracks and mournful tuning. This is deep, heavy, slow and were it not for the clichéd keyboards, perfect. The band does not delve into any original concepts, which is just as it should be when the music is this good, and could easily be compared to a Shape of Despair or Skepticism.
The vocals are sparse and even more previous as are the tracks four of which live for a complete forty minutes. Way To Nothingness may be my favourite track of the four, but there is barely a weak one here. However, this one does deliver an earful of a chord progression. Sinister Downfall’s ‘age of solitude’ will not disappoint fans of funerals, hearses, sufferings or deaths. – Ali “The Metallian”
SINISTER DOWNFALL - A DARK SHINING LIGHT - FUNERE
Five songs, 51 minutes and song titles like Bury Your Thoughts and Behold Darkness. Not to mention the band name and album title. This second full-length courtesy of Eugen Kohl is dark and doomy. Low growls buried in low riffs with a slow rhythm and piano and keyboard appearances make this an effective piece of funeral doom. Little time is wasted in getting the point across, there is no moment that this feels like an intro or intermission. The opener and title track makes this release's dark points almost immediately. Even before all that the cover art of a desolate looking young woman makes it as clear as can be. Little distinguishes Shape In The Mist from the song before it. The two are almost identical in length as well. The atmosphere remains very dark and down. Reach For The Dead is half the length of the opening two but there is little else that would distract the listener. The mood remains firmly entrenched. There are all too few moments where something different, whether even more anguish or perhaps more aggressive sounds are added to the songs. Kohl and Sinister Downfall are very much in the downtrodden and depressive mold. The man does it all too well. – Anna Tergel