Album review Scottish albums

The Douglas Firs

The Furious Sound is the slow pummelling of a corpse. It has been written with inspiration from witch trials that took place in 1590 in and around Edinburgh. The album arrives on the 10th of December as we plunge into the darkness of winter; fitting for an album recorded in the gloomy ambience of Edinburgh’s churches.

This album is not a melodic masterpiece; the vocals seem to follow similar contours throughout the album. Do not expect lyrical genius; when words can be grabbed and defined, they seem verbose and distant. Stunning instrumental and vocal technique are also not displayed here. However, after a few tracks this picky critique dissolves as we sink through the cracks into a ritualistic rhythmic punishment.

The rhythm, thud thud thud, is a constant drop of water to the forehead. Everything sits on top of it, it happens, again and again, but it doesn’t go anywhere, just, thud thud thud. The many or few voices reverberate over this at us alongside awkward instrumental interjections. The final component is ambient spills all over the LP. These take on an unidentifiable cruelty The Furious Sound calls for. All this disquiet throws coal into our imagination, and we are sent back to a place of fire and accusation. The cold empty prayer of this album knocks its way into our hearts, and it dances like a lone injured faerie for its duration.

Let this album cut through you; it’s miserable, dark and uncomfortable and speaks of a time no human should hope to experience. If bloodlust and morbid imagination call you forth, greet The Furious Sound with a cold embrace.