Tenhornedbeast — My Horns Are A Flame To Draw Down The Truth
Mainly the album features stripped, dragged and grimed-up versions of tracks from his first album; through you’d be hard pressed to compared them to the originals as Walton has hollowed and carved out the original guitar and feedback elements to create five tracks of bleak and barren ebb and flow. It's best described as doomed drone with slight and subtle ritual percussive elements entering here and there. But for the most part this is very barren, lost and greyed sonics leaving the listening often feeling like the characters at the end of Fulci's The Beyond starting off into a grim changeless landscape which every way they turn. But that’s not to say the tracks don’t vary from one to another they do; it’s just the vibe is very subdued, muffled and bleak through-out.
Having very much enjoyed The Sacred Truth ,the first Tenhornedbeast’s album, I was a little sceptical when I’d read this was seemingly a re-hash of the first album. But this is far from that as Walton breaths new grim light into each of the old tracks and offers up two new tracks too that fit perfectly into the slowed shifted doomed hopeleness of the album