Vital Spirit - Still As The Night, Cold As The Wind

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Metal maniacs, rejoice! I am proud to present to you: VITAL SPIRIT; signed via Vendetta Records, hailing from Canadian grounds - performing Black Metal, on their debut full-length studio album entitled: "Still As The Night, Cold As The Wind" (released May 6th, 2022). Since formation in 2020; the duo in question have released an EP entitled: "In The Faith That Looks Through Death" (released August 8th, 2020) & this here debut full-length studio album of which I am introduced to. 8 tracks ranging at around 36:19; the band arrange an intricately designed formula on some heavy-hitting Black Metal developments.

Opening up with this rampaging ramification on stampeding maliciousness; “Blood And Smoke” bludgeon’s eardrums into a blistering barrage frenzy on some monstrously meaty malignance of trampling thuds, sturdy rhythms of blackened bounciness and boisterous hooks intertwined with reverberating melody. Rumbling distortion fabricates a flamboyant rift on riveting mayhem which belts a clobbering harmony in grinding dexterity from consisting multitasker Kyle Tavares, who surges profusely with robust strikes with his instrumental prowess. Ranging from an audible bass flicker that soars with sulphurous thumps while morphed with organic tempo & monolithic volatility, while this killer laceration mobility of the rapidly swift nimbleness of the blitzing guitar dynamically forges an extreme aesthetic of ominous yet jarring riffage that shreds with vibrantly potent stability - while synergetic finesse implements a borderline foundation on punchy tightness and fierce firepower momentum for good measure.

Kyle’s vocal’s yells with shouty throatiness, which roars with strong raspiness amongst a bleeding cord that viciously bellows aggressively into a maddening shriek of screaming majesty, until the concretely gritty songwriting musicianship merges this synthetic systematic on zealous musical creativity. “Bad Hand” delivers another mystifying tremor on uniquely versatile vehemence & relentlessly contorted craftsmanship ability in attributing symbolic retribution towards your speakers that adds an atmospheric spellbind of ruthless pandemonium on top of salubriously sublime orchestral savagery that towers with prodigiously prestigious waves of spectral remedy. While “Dawn Of Liberty” swerves with more persevering viscerality, meticulously plunging through with this sweet yet mellifluous euphony in which thrills you with flexibly fundamental wickedness on top of some radically steamrolling trailblazing that chisels concordantly with mythical wrath to boot.

“The Long Walk” slithers with more strident strifes of crunchy calamity, where those tenoring quakes of rambunctiously piledriving tramples of bulldozing cymbals that smack with full force impact and impulsing weight which viciously smolders rigorously while that ritualistic slab of solid veracity transitions well with the symphonic outre of panache and fervor in which wondrously pounds with pummeling might from hammering drummer Israel Langlais who’s just a groundbreaking titan of vigorously vulgar pursuit. “Withering Fire” furnaces with more rampantly rompy might that injects an infectiously primitive rawness of some venomously seamless distinctives in distinguished maelstrom tactics that marvels with some veracious gnarliness in which masquerades with empowering entrance and epic contrast. An instrumental grandeur comes next within “Saccharine Sky” which outbreaks with more lofty density that materializes with marvelous writing efforts and piercing penetration that makes this record so far brutally but acutely engaging.

The penultimate banger “White Eyes” conjures up more mountainous yet ravenous bombardments in all guns blazing methods of which fires all cylinders with this overarching mist of shadowy but cavernous blasphemy and a distilled heft of revocation mounted magnitude which rollicks with galloping chugs for good measure. Until the overall concluding illumination of the finishing desegregation of the desolate but intriguing radiance within “Lord Of The Plains” resonates with more scouring snares and bestial barbarity amongst a hybrid experimentation on spiritual vitally that will surely divulge in an evil but empowering experience of this subgenre off rightly with. A brilliant representation of some two-man Black Metal divinity for your listening pleasure that’s worth spinning & replaying a good bunch of times, an enjoyable discovery for all Black Metal maniacs to go berserk to. Do check it out!

Songwriting: 8
Musicianship: 8
Memorability: 8
Production: 8