Not only is this album a journey into the darkest caverns of the most sordid mind, but it also harbors the potential to hold you there, dangling all on your own accord.
The Body makes difficult music, and Christs, Redeemers is that difficulty at its most masterful and controlled, even as it seems at every turn unruly, deeply and truly dangerous.
The experience of listening to the album is a harrowing one, but the bevy of unexpected shifts, sidesteps, and complete submission into patches of noise makes it one of the more adventurous metal records of its type
The faint of heart are advised to steer well clear of an album like this; everyone else - if you're in the mood to be challenged, to be immersed within the sheer, destructive force of uncompromising music, Christs, Redeemers should be your next port of call.
The same focus and force that make Christs, Redeemers so heavy are the same attributes that make it less terrifying than its predecessors.
Words fail the extraordinarily specific place this album holds in my heart.
I won't sugarcoat it or beat around the bush: 'Christs, Redeemers-' along with the rest of The Body's discography- isn't for everyone. Or most people. Or even many people at all. The band play an idiosyncratically overblown, severe and harsh form of doomy sludge, comprised of vast, reverberating, fuzzed-out doomy riffs beneath indecipherable hysterical shrieking. Aside from some intermittent haunted effects-laden vocal ... read more
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