'Ego Sum Resurrectio' cdr now available.
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Review from Rendition 'zine:
It’s strange that even in such a relatively small scene as Irelands underground there still manages to be bands that slip under the radar and emerge from nowhere as an ‘even more underground’ band, so to speak.
One of such ‘sub’ underground bands is The Funeral Industry, I don’t think I’ve ever heard any mention of this band until a package containing ‘Ego Sum Resurrectio’ arrived for me some weeks ago, since then I’ve been trying to get my head around this unique three track CD.
The songs are based around Gregorian chant, while this may not sound like a new concept in metal, there have been various metal bands who have used Gregorian chant to great effect before, I’venever heard it used so much, or in such a way as this, before. Along with this chanting there’s some minimal instrumentation; slow, doomy guitars, repetitive drums, which sound like they may be programmed, but luckily they still sound very good if they are, and some keyboards and samples, all of which serve to heighten the solemn atmosphere created by the Gregorian chant.
This is no straightforward metal album; in fact, this music lies on the very fringes of metal, and is a testament of the enormous diversity of such a tag. With the slow doomy atmosphere created by the music, and the religious feelings so easily created by the chanting, this CD sits almost on it’s own in terms of sound and atmosphere, and comparisons to other bands are very hard to make.
I’d love to hear further releases with a thicker guitar sound and maybe real drums (assuming the drums here are programmed, it’s quite hard to tell), as I think this would really complete the bands sound. But for a first effort (as far as I know, there seems to be very little information about this band available) this is excellent and I am really looking forward to hearing more from this band.
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midest of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its dewy charities;
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
John Keats
