The Angelic Process – …And Your Blood Is Full Of Honey
September 4, 2010 § Leave a comment
Based on this theme of a means without ends, musically speaking it’s harder to think of examples where this is truly justifiable as almost all albums are written with bookends. But perhaps the music isn’t to be sourced as such, and it is the composer who didn’t leave more as was desired. Surely any frustrated writer can agree that their unfinished works have had a staggering influence on everything else they write, and complete, but as these projects are abandoned, that atmosphere will never be reclaimed. This brings me to The Angelic Process, a band that started in 1999 just before post-rock or post-metal was rooted in any music scene whatsoever outside Neurosis’ Through Silver In Blood. Both genres have recently entered the final process of redundancy, as any non-biased ear can interpret, but Kris Angylus stood apart from this process by humble means of not knowing where he was going through the unintentional and unconscious displacement of himself.
When …And Our Blood Is Full Of Honey was released, before Isis watered it down for everyone else, no one really knew how to interpret its behemoth walls of lo-fi distortion, nor did anyone really care to. Meanwhile, Sigur Ros and Mogwai were beginning to get recognition (deservedly) through their more classical leaning minimalistic “rock” which was much easier on the untrained ear. It’s only been in the past few years this band, and album subsequently, began to be understood as the dirty blemishes of the introspective. While this album is merely a stepping stone, it foresaw its own future with its low end production value, extensive layering, and meticulously developed lead-guitar tones that can never be mimicked, something the band built upon for merely two follow-ups, where soon after the band was dismantled after Angylus’ hand was shattered.
Decadence. This record can appear to be represented as such, but between the movements of its inescapable soul searching, the album never finds itself, and leaves one with absolutely no reaction to its close. Whether or not this was intended is insignificant compared to this exclusively empty end, of which has no end or destination, and simply becomes, not forgotten but, replaced. The band continued on in a similar fashion, but as exemplified on Coma Waering, the second album, The Angelic Process found its process, and portrayed its newfound quality majestically, harkening away from an era that barely was.