Marquis, singer and guitarist of FUNERALIUM, wanted to establish 2003 a sick Doom-volume – and what should say I after the first conduit (or better first suffering) of the eminently slang, dark songs, shattering and deeply negative? He reached his goal without doubt.
I can not easily digest the dark music creations, above all because within the getting out of hand monumental sounds quite few varies and the tough apocalyptic river rolls on monotonously. The accusing, partly really complaining and accusing voice of above named artist Marquis contributes an essential mite to the sick atmosphere of this album.
Hardly once the speed is tightened into also only approximate mediocrity, but the yet available attraction of FUNERALIUM does not lie in the change of dispositions, but rather in the intensive presentation of only one, namely despair. Almost conspiratorial the slow riff cascades pull their circles when sudden after 20 minutes a more violent percussion element in the title song Funeralium lets me listen more interested. Does the band unleash the beast now? Not really, faster passages are dosed in minimalist style, buts like small rock islands they stick out of the otherwise uniform and stoic sound ocean. In the end of the 18 minutes long colossus, FUNERALIUM let then once the animal off the leash and thrash for its ratios. I cannot find any refrains and so these 78 minutes rather get a swirl of feelings than pieces with recognition value, which miss out any catchiness.
From now on again lava sound reigns with too little changes in order to be able to attract my attention during these monolithic title lengths continuously. FUNERALIUM will find friends in these circles where the band name Winter provides for illuminating eyes and bacchanal views. This album is oppressing, destructive and nothing for weak nerves!