Space Bong - The Death of Utopia (Art As Carthasis)

Space Bong's seminal 2009 album, released as a digital download
Release Date: 
19 Sep 2012 - 11:30pm

There's no justice in the world; I recently looked up both 'doom' and 'drone' in the dictionary and to my utter disappointment there wasn't a picture of Space Bong under either definition. This is an outrage in my eyes because, for me, they are the physical manifestation of both words. Their 2009 album The Death of Utopia has just been released as a digital download and it only goes to further my conviction of the superiority of Space Bong; it's a beast and a half of epic concentrated doom and drone sandwiched into four tracks (the shortest being 12m 32s and the longest clocking in at 21m 10s). And so to the review...

(Intro) Utopia starts with all manner of scratchy noises but it's not long before the opening chords kick our doors in and violate our household pets. My Word! This. Is. Drone. Where's my valium? Where's my bong? The vocals are delivered Evil Satan style, shrieking and screeching from the speakers like King Diamond put through a sausage machine. This will frighten you and it will frighten the neighbours (and it will frighten anyone in close proximity to your speakers too). It's chock-full of gorgeous drum work, sustained notes howling in pain and every chord has an anvil tied around its neck. It's fucking relentless and I almost had to go and have a nice, quiet lie-down three quarters of the way in. And that's just the first track.

Death Kneel (The New Death) is a tad more up tempo; a sexy little gremlin weilding an over-sized claw hammer which it repeatedly batters your face with. When the track slows down and settles into its pace, some bass punches through with some more of that raw vocal work. Incredible. It's traumatic yet utterly engaging; the sound of reality dissolving back into the void. Like...wow, man...that's some heavy shit...
Master/Slave (All the Rage) is a massive 21 minute epic opening with the whine of feedback then the glorious riff kicks in, drowning the listener in a sea of fuzzy muff sludge. The Black Wall is the final track on here and just continues the run of epic drone/doom fun. This entire album is one continuous outpouring of genius - it's as if every track on here is composed of three or four other songs, with each one being an integral piece of the whole composition, and Space Bong are surely destined for eternal doom infamy if their next album Deadwood to Worms, which is currently in production, is as milky and delicious as Utopia.