This will also be our last show with Demian on vocals.
Shining Ones, This Blinding Light, Fawn, A Story of Rats
(Rendezvous) It’s reassuring in our frantic age—where accolades are bestowed upon musicians for playing faster, cramming in more notes, and schizophrenically fusing ideas into some half-baked hodgepodge—that the deliberate, almost reactionary approach of doom metal is growing in popularity. Well, popular is a relative term. It’s doubtful the masses will ever appreciate the prolonged moribund disintegrations of Seattle’s doom-mongers Shining Ones. The group’s sound—sustained discordant guitar chords deteriorating into amp-rattling feedback, drums pounding with more emphasis on violence than meter, and tortured, utterly miserable vocals—is destined to appeal to a limited audience. But for the handful of masochistic souls who derive pleasure from this kind of barbarism, it’s a welcome respite, a meditative purging, and a therapeutic bludgeoning. BRIAN COOK