Listening to Full of Hell’s new full length Weeping Choir feels like getting burned alive from the inside out. The band capture horrifying sonic violence in the album’s eleven tracks, feeling like they’ve pressured the listener into a blender with some demented otherworldly forces and the blades just keep spinning.
In other words, it’s great. If you’re looking for a piece that pushes human tolerance to close to its ultimate limit, if not all the way there, you’re in luck.
The band don’t just run on a shtick’s fumes, however. Making their effort even more mind blowing, within the space of their latest brutal cavorting death metal/grindcore/whatever you want to call it, they never get stuck in a rut. Somehow, Weeping Choir turns out as far from just a wall of noise. The band even include a sludgy track towards the middle of the effort — “Armory of Obsidian Glass” — that feels like it would be at home on an album from a band like Thou. They blend that sludge with noise and utterly brutal metallic chaos into a truly new beast, offering something unlike what’s been seen before. Weeping Choir feels like a portable little shop of horrors, providing for the full range from entertainment to engagement.
Its emotional roots feel grounded in chaos, and they do turn out palpable throughout the album’s run time. Since the band’s grinding has stripped away so much else, including even plenty of metal songwriting conventions, those roots end up almost all that’s left at times. The band draw tension from an only barely metaphorical journey down to hell — the problem is that we made this abyss ourselves. Full of Hell’s response to our human addiction to destruction seems to be to run straight ahead no matter the fire falling from the sky, thereby offering not so much an escape as a way to embrace the pain. Weeping Choir feels like the sound of artistic abandon and following a thread to what for now at least is its very end, although they’ll no doubt whip up something even more intriguingly sinister up down the road.
In the meantime, Full of Hell’s newest album quickly proves an absolutely miserable work, but it captures the explosions for ourselves — so what’s not to love?