Published: September 2013

If you want to know exactly why the U.S. Black Metal in this country enjoys a still rather mixed reputation, the second album of the two East Coast musician Greg Murphy (drums) and Brendan Hayter (residual) should be pure drive. Obsidian Tongue dig deep into the spice rack for too unique genre assignments to escape. There are songs like, The Birth of Tragedy 'or the opener, Brothers In The Stars', which sound as primitive as old Samael. Were it not for this notoriously boring Uffta rhythm and guitar work that attracts a cat from a tree to the bowl of milk ... The duo then takes refuge with progressive drum patterns or a quiet Entschleunigungspart (in the case of the opener) to a certain extent in variety. But the first significant reef example is Obsidian Tongue in, My Hands Were Made To Hold The Mind ', almost a little folky sound then they do. In the same melodic midtempo groove of the title track, to which Haughm of Agalloch contributes the vocals skin. What makes clearer the Association for Folk: some places are Obsidian Tongue to actually compare with old Agalloch. But otherwise? The most important spice is still the salt. That is missing.