Length: 30:52 (min:secs)
Out of a mist strewn horizon stroll Hitchin’s mighty Latitudes with their gritty and foreboding Mark Williams’ produced debut mini-album, which brews powerfully in its very own essence with the appellatively named "Bleak Epiphanies In Slow Motion".
Much in the tradition of Bossk, Pelican and the like, they take a heavy soundtrack to the zenith of unadorned intensity. It’s chunky, elephantine bass, its drum patterns smashed from stone, its crushing riffs unleashed from compassionless guitars producing euthanizing melodies and it’s suitably complimented with NO vocals.
Imagine musical poetry performed with a mallet and read with all the finesse of a funeral director but leaving behind an eerie communiqué of intriguing beguilement. They play with an astounding precision of gracious heaviness, carving out caverns of creative brutality. The resultant is a dark fuzziness outlining a dismal and disconsolate lament, peering through a magnetic window of inopportunity.
With this recording, Latitudes have created a lachrymose pilgrimage to a primitive beauty and without the aid of a safety net. Although potentially dispensing an aural barbiturate they take you on a euphoric trip of cascading emotions that only the foolhardy would want to miss out on. This is breathtakingly accomplished piece of work.
(28th October, 2007)