As any fool know, there’s none more heavy than Sunn O))). They’ve been collaborating a lot recently, both apart with various other projects and together with Scott Walker and Ulver, but at last we now have a pure new Sunn record! Kannon leans extra hard on the metal apparently, so look forward to that. On Southern Lord.
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Drone wall guardians Stephen O’Malley and Greg Anderson may be the most consistent, recognisable band ever by now, but their sound has gone through a lot: they’ve gone swimming in beautiful ambient pastures with Boris, twisted avant-garde into comedy with Scott Walker, and even recited poems atop their metal equivalent of Everest. Basically, I’d love to accuse the duo’s shared bong of being the bearer of diminishing returns, but there’s few musicians who’ve done as much in a drone framework as Sunn fucking O))).
‘Kannon’ may not be a startling tactical manoeuvre, but it does present slight dynamic touch-ups to their extreme, lethargy metuhl. The first horn of the album’s triply-satanic hair parting is predicated on sludgy, hard-ass drone chords but sublimates them with a foggy soundscape, along with gurgled vocals that sound like a double bass slowly coming to life in the corner of Yair Elzalar Glotman’s living room. On the second track, the band amp shit up and let the dissonant chords scream as the duo chant like preachermen who have long-since forgotten their message. For the band, “Kannon 2” sounds delightfully loose, the squealing guitars sounding like a hazy soundcheck; it’s perfect for your next party’s inappropriate living room DJ set.
The O)))rdinary Boys have had this record described as their most metal, which may be down to its relative sparsity; compared with a lot of their recent excursions, be they with Ulver or our favourite musiqure concrete alien Scott Walker, this record comprises little more than three tectonic Sunn jams, with guitars crackling, fizzling and bursting. On the final track in the ‘Kannon’ trilogy, the band mesh elegiac doom chords in with sludgier bass scuzz, like if Thou met up with Om but no one invited their drummers. On 'Kannon', our two robed angels are honouring metal -- humouring it, even -- while drifting through the clouds that rain down its blood.
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