The Outsider is
the second full-length from the lesser known Hungarian act Kolp, set to destroy
the light of day November 12,2012 with an addicting spin on traditional and
experimental black metal that’s impressive to say the least. I just heard this
album this morning and have managed to not only keep it in play, but
intentionally shun all others for the sake of keeping it in motion simply
because it’s that good. Kolp take the
A-melodic buzzing guitar sound that is standard for black metal and the black
macabre psychedelia of Xasthur, add some muscle under the hood with some diesel
motor rhythms that occasionally explode out from beneath the clanging percussion
and treble sonic haze, freezing poltergeist vocals, and in the end creating an
entire alter dimension beyond reality and the penetration of light.
The sound isn’t new, but the way the album feels definitely
IS. Songs like the catchy laidback rhythmic sleeper “Drowning” just keep a
rhythmic hook going while the feedback washes back and forth like a tide over
it. There’s a nice shrill arpeggio melody present as well, but the dominating
presence is that main rhythm that just swings like a pendulum back and forth
hypnotically while you feel the swoosh of it’s mass getting heavier with each
swing. Eventually most the of the air is sucked out of the room leaving one
feeling like an air tight black leather hood was suddenly pulled over head and
tightened around the next like a noose, that’s how dark and intense Kolp can
feel on one of their more atmospheric endeavors. “Interface Has Dissolved” is
another addicting hook delivery with an infectious intro that cascades in time
with the calm- angry-calm-angry fluctuations in mood and tempo throughout this
songs duration keeping both the turmoil and the addictiveness at full strength.
Kolp create something that avoids cliché and drone, creating
something that is dark and heartless, gray and desolate just like the cover art
but actually is more like a Charnel house or abandoned mental asylum, where
there’s a lot more treachery behind the grim and dead exterior than can be seen
or even heard and it will get inside
you and it will infiltrate your mind
for a while. The songs just stick to your skin like thick humid night air
comprised of beings that refuse to cross over.
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