Vallenyfyre first appeared with a limited 7" vinyl on Imperium productions with almost no indication at all about who was involved or in what way the project was to develop. A run of 500 units, the single featured the tracks `desecration' and `iconoclast', both of which proved to be stunningly heavy, and it was only later that information started to surface about the nature of the project.
It took almost no time at all for various websites to start bandying around the term `supergroup' (a vile term at the best of times) but in truth this is no such thing - neither the band nor their label have made any such claims and given the deeply personal nature of Greg Mackintosh's lyrics it seems a massive disservice to suggest that this is some vacuous attempt at celebrity back-slapping. Certainly Vallenfyre holds similarities with both Paradise Lost and My Dying Bride, but ultimately this is the brainchild of Greg, conceived during a truly awful time in his life, and his tormented, intelligent lyrics are the catalyst for the remarkable music that rumbles around them.
The opening track, `all will suffer' tells you immediately that this is going to be a resolutely gruelling experience. A howl of feedback gives way to funeral-slow guitars and pummelling drums. It is the sound of unfettered horror, slithery guitar leads crawling over the desiccated riffs whilst Greg's roar is part projected angst, part searing rage and as deathly as it comes - fans familiar with Paradise Lost's much vaunted `Gothic'-era will find much to love here but this is more than just a PL clone - Greg's return to his roots sees elements of Celtic Frost, Amebix, Darkthrone and Aborted all woven into the sound and there is certainly little let up across the ten (eleven if you're sensible and buy the beautiful vinyl edition) tracks, with the mood grotesquely sombre throughout. `Desecration', which so impressed on the single, is the wonderful second track; the guitars once again slither and slide before giving way to a straight-laced death riff that is liable to take your head clean off if not approached with appropriate care - it's mind-numbingly heavy, pitch black in mood and you can feel Greg's rampaging emotions shot through the bleak lyrical content giving the music a more overtly personal feel than much of the blackened doom out there - it is certainly no surprise that he felt unable to pass the lyrics over to anyone else given their intrinsically personal nature. `Ravenous whore' subverts the obvious despair and unleashes a stunningly violent assault upon the senses that is closest in spirit to the virulent grind movement of the eighties - more Napalm Death than Paradise lost, it's a stunningly and unexpectedly brutal attack that leaves you gasping and breathless before `Cathedrals of dread' steps up to the plate with hints of vintage Sepultura shot through the blackened and unyielding barrage of guitars. It's a vicious one-two punch that shows more than anything that Vallenfyre are very much their own masters, unafraid to challenge any preconceptions that fans may have and with the songs written, primarily, to please themselves rather than the world around them. It's cathartic, untrammelled and whilst the wounds exposed in the lyrics, so obviously still raw and weeping, can be uncomfortable at times, the emotion running through the music makes it one of the most powerful blackened doom releases to appear in some time...
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