Hailing from British Columbia, the one-man sorrow monger, Funeral Fornication, has released its latest ode to melancholia, Pandemic Transgression. Sorrowful is one way to describe the album, as a brooding sadness permeates every song. Not content with the tremolo picking and tortured screams of most black metal, Vultyrous showcases his more ambient side by tossing in some passages which focus heavily on the keyboard and not so much on the guitar, with cleanly-sung lyrics about his hatred of mankind.
“But that’s all been done before,” you might be saying. It certainly has, and this isn’t a particularly good example of that. Right when a song seems like it’s about to go somewhere interesting, the guitars come to a screeching halt while the keys come in along with the intelligible singing. The mood remains consistent, sure, but it doesn’t work all that well. It almost feels like two songs of two different styles were mashed together. The different segments don’t really blend well or create any kind of interesting juxtaposition; they just kind of awkwardly hangout next to each other, seeming out of place while in the presence of the other. And the songs that are more consistent are just kind of boring—I found myself checking my watch more often then I should when I’m listening to an album.
It’s not exactly a terrible album—there are some good ideas here and there (even if they’re abruptly interrupted for something that isn’t as good), but the album as a whole didn’t do much for me. Maybe I’m just not a fan of “depressive suicidal black metal.”