Imagine a gloomy, deathlike, spectral presence that moans in a clean human tone alongside a clanky, old saloon melody that’s caught looming beneath a crackling scratchy surface recording, that suddenly erupts into a clamor of dry distortion and inhuman wailing shrieks. Well…whether you can or not, you don’t need to if you are listening to Sunchariot and his debut full-length Warrior of the Winds. The dry hollow echoing tones scurrying around the songs as though each sound element is caught up in a tornado that is confined to an old tin can takes “lack of technicality” and lo fidelity to new creative heights on this album as it almost sounds like it’s part Memphis, St. Louis, Nashville, ugly, stripped down Americana circa 1920’s-40’s, with hazy, metallic distortion, and schizophrenic manic psychosis that somehow resembles experimental, raw black metal.  In fact, it’s almost as if the instruments used aren’t even a guitar, as sometimes it almost sounds like a janky old honky tonk piano, or drums, which sometimes sound like pots and pans or an oil drum/chemical drum.

Everything identifiable, outside of raw and weird black metal, is muddied and tweaked for artistic expression and atmosphere and it works so well for painting an image of vintage, gritty, emotionally charged, DIY, emotional unstable, tense, intense, moody, drunken, dissonant, organic, and transcendent states of being.  Some songs unveil themselves as buzzing minimal 3 root note neck slides of almost unmusical pitches that resemble a smooth power sander buffing a rough surface, as a muffled melodic background plays behind the power tool guitar and no vocals or other presence makes itself known. Other songs are incinerating with electric buzz waves of chaos and tantrums of internal frustrations boiling over suddenly, and violently. It’s never predictable nor is it sterile and plastic. There’s something very empowering and enervating about each of the nine songs on this album that keeps me playing it over and over and over again each time I play it once. It’s seductively soothing and hypnotic like white noise, but also sharp and blaring if you aren’t accustomed to the sonic brain massage of treble distortion and inhuman banshee wails, although the piercing sharp frequencies on here are rounded out to a smoother, blunter edge that is still uncomfortable to the unaccustomed but is the perfect pressure point release mechanism for myself. And I shouldn’t be surprised to have this experience with Sunchariot, allegedly the same artist known as Lascowiec, but any time an album has the complexity based on harsh and organic, spontaneous composing it’s hard not to be shocked and intoxicated by it (or for quite a few, revolted and /or confused would be a more realistic response).

I will now apologize for not giving any song titles, but I have the tape version and, like most vinyl, I just put it on any side and let it play on it’s own so even after 50+ listens within the last week that I’ve had this album I’ve yet to force myself to actually sit and pick out songs. In a way titles are almost a hindrance because the content speaks loudly for itself.  I would also like to point out this is the first full-length, preceded only by two demos, which I have not heard in full, but they are both on tape from Brotherhood of Light Recordings and can be found on Discogs and through various other labels of similar releases (Winter Solace, Werewolf Promotions) and I will be ordering them both soon but in the meantime I cannot comment on their content although I’m sure it’s on par with what’s done here and below are a few video’s from the Demo’s and Warrior of the Winds to give you an actual tangible example of what I’m yammering on about like a diarrhea afflicted sphincter.