Review: The Black Heart Death Cult – Sonic Mantras

It’s a little surprising that no other psych band has named their album Sonic Mantras before The Black Heart Death Cult, but BHDC got their first and it’s a perfect name for the album and their sound. Their songs are ones that pull you into altered states, sometimes without you realizing it’s happening.

The album starts (and ends) with a long track – “Goodbye Gatwick Blues” reaches almost nine minutes and instantly puts you into a trance with Domenic Evans‘ incense smoke guitar and Gabbie Potocnik‘s droning organ. It flows so well into the buzzy “Cold Fields” that you almost think the two songs are one. Sasha Smith‘s vocals remind me of Peter Murphy.

Deon Slaviero‘s bass leads the charge on “One Way Through” – a track that practically shoots swirling colored oil visual effects out of your speakers. “Trees” is a trippy stand-out, with Smith and Evans’ guitars floating around like euphoric bumblebees while Potocnik’s organs drift around you like a hay devil swirling in a field.

The fat fuzz of “Death from Above” is outstanding, bringing My Bloody Valentine to mind. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Andrew Nunns‘ drumming on this, let alone the whole record, which is downright solid / heavy / groovy / (insert favorite 1960s slang for kick ass drums here). The guitar solo on this cut soars like a raptor on a warm canyon wind.

I’m not sure which is more enthralling on “The Sun Inside” – Salviero’s heartbeat bass line, Nunns’ cymbal rolls, or the swirling guitars from Bill Patching. Smith’s vocals burst from your speakers like the sun breaking through a cloud. “Dark Waves” slows things down a bit for a crawl around either a tomb or your living room floor, depending on your state of mind at the time when you hear it. David Balaban‘s sitar on “Sonic Dhoom” is a great touch, with Patching’s guitar being the yang to the sitar’s yin. You’ll want to blast the volume on it as soon as it kicks into gear and Smith sings about leaving your body and moving out of this prison of illusions we’ve created.

Again, Sonic Mantras is a perfect title for this record, as every song is like an inward journey that takes you to places you don’t expect but yet feel like they’ve been calling you for a long while.

Keep your mind open.

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Nik Havert

I've been a music fan since my parents gave me a record player for Christmas when I was still in grade school. The first record I remember owning was "Sesame Street Disco." I've been a professional writer since 2004, but writing long before that. My first published work was in a middle school literary magazine and was a story about a zoo in which the animals could talk.

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