Woe me...woe you. Memento Mori must be great for they feature the monk-like form of chief doom warbler Messiah Marcolin, who made Candlemass such a deity. Once again this is pure Gothic doom, none of that slo-mo' sludge crap, but perfect metal fodder for those who require a crane to lift such heavy records onto their decks. So elegant and flowing, clean sounding, but just so grey and punishing like the inner framework of an empty church. The album is a tapestry of superb guitars, Mike Wead cranking up to ten and pounding the fret boards to produce vast echoes like those in the oldest of monasteries. The drums of Snowy Shaw beautifully epic, and with Marcolin at the helm beneath that frizz of a hairball, Memento Mori ease out of the water like some black dinosaur ready to unveil its unstoppable path of destruction. 'Morbid Fear' is more glorious than Candlemass, the cavernous riffs accompanied by orchestral strains, whilst 'Forbidden Dreams' is technically gorgeous, taking doom metal to new extremes beyond the tried, trusted and crusty ways of the past. Technical yet still epically morose.
8/10
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