Dreamy music clinically designed in sound labs throughout Germany to lull the listener off into slumbery otherworldly place only to have the vocalist start growling like a bear with his paw in the beehive and snap that poor listener out of her trance. This is the kind of metal that I would like to dub “Hippie Metal,” and not because it reminds of the Grateful Dead or jingly-jangly campfire anti-war songs like “And it’s one, two, three what are we fighting for? Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn! Next stop is at Saddam’s! And it’s five, six, seven why’d we let Osama go? There’s no time to wonder why. Whoopee! We’re all gonna die!” No I don’t mean it’s hippie-ish metal in that sense. I mean it in that spiritual, new-agey, I have visions, I like crystals and tarot cards and toothpaste without any fluoride in it kind of way. You know what I mean? It’s that post-LSD existence after too many synapses have been permanently mutated by the shit and reality is a concept way beyond redemption by Kant or Descartes or The Matrix.
One last word on Dark Suns, “lumbering.”