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Sumeru - Summon Destroyer

Bruising Australian heavyweights Sumeru have released their new record, ‘Summon Destroyer’ through WormHoleDeath and on a limited cassette run on Medusa Crush recordings. Prepare to feel the rumblings of the earth itself beneath each mighty step of the Destroyer.

After the ritualistic hum of ‘Inanis Kultis’, the lumbering grooves of ‘The Temple’ come striding from olden places, and a mesmerising Eastern vibe begins to flow. Sumeru feel like the less esoteric parts of Mastodon given new life, each song vibrating with a primal thunder and power. There are also little moments that are reminscient of the dreamier end of stoner doom, like Baroness. The chugging, droning title track creates a rend in the universe from whence flows the Mastodonian worship of ‘Embrace the Cold’, while the polished enormity of ‘Durga! Durga!’ is a wondrous shrine built to the greatest of the Neurosisian riffing. The best surprise is the gloomy violins of the introspective closer, ‘A New Ritual’, which is the strongest piece on an album full of good tracks.

‘Summon Destroyer’ is an album that doesn’t necessarily sound like anything new; in fact it is this mighty grasp upon the metal of old and the addition of a nice, raspy guitar tone that makes Sumeru such a grand prospect. But they aren’t just a one riff pony, and in fact their mighty roar hides a fragile heaviness.

Sheffield, UK, is known as the Steel City for its metallurgical history, but sludge doom bruisers Kurokuma are planning on giving the residents another reason to reference heavy fucking metal. Their debut EP, ‘Advorsus’, is a punishing three track beast that enmeshes relentless beatings with off kilter rhythms and pure nihilism to create something very ugly indeed.

Opener ‘Lust’ encapsulates this perfectly, with a powerful roar howling over an almost machine-like rhythmic riff. A spirit crushing track, where even the quieter sections are dripping with malevolence. In much the same vibe as the dirging influence Birmingham had on Sabbath, Kurokuma’s home town seems to have had an unwitting influence on their sound. The tribal moments are an excellent addition, instantly framing Kurokuma as different from your run of the mill sludge types. ‘Dark Triad’s build from tribal drumming into rumbling Godfleshian nightmare is stunning; cascading riffs of darkness enveloping the light with an almost black metal feel in places.

Crumbling closer ‘Kali’ drags us, kicking and screaming, to the end of this great debut with menacing, crawling groove. Kurokuma’s riffs are laced with poison and an intangible something that makes me feel just that little uncomfortable. I like that a lot.