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Dordeduh: Dar De Duh

Black voyagers veer off the beaten track

When Hupogrammos and Sol’Faur quit Negura Bunget in 2009, many fans speculated that the end was inevitably nigh for the Romanian

Although the last Negura Bunget album, 2010’s sprawling Vîrstele Pamîntului, was an undeniably rich and otherworldly proposition, it doesn’t take long to realise that the departed duo have managed to come closer to equalling the startling brilliance of 2006’s widely revered OM album with this, their first full-length album under the Dordeduh banner.

As with their former band’s finest work, Dar De Duh takes its visceral cues from an obscure but recognisable strain of black metal, with lashings of clangourous six-string white noise and strident but dissonant riffing evoking vivid mental images of humanity being pummelled by some mystic, elemental force.

What really makes Dordeduh stand out, however, is the way they have harnessed the disorientating power of unnamed subterranean forces and expressed it via hypnotic mantras, tribal percussion, persistent drones and a perpetual sense that songs like elaborate 16-minute spectral travelogue Jind De Tronuri and the harrowing, fluid unease of Zuh are the end result of some unstoppable state of dimensional flux – cautionary missives belched up from some unknowable Lovecraftian abyss.

Shades of amorphous 70s experimental rock bands like Guru Guru and Ash Ra Tempel add an undercurrent of primitive abstraction to the more ambient moments like E-an-na and the closing Dojana, but the real magic erupts when steely physicality and somnambulant shimmer collide, as on epic centrepiece Calea Rotilor De Foc, which is thrillingly aggressive and profoundly haunting in equal measure.

Dom Lawson has been writing for Hammer and Prog for 14 intermittently enjoyable years and is extremely fond of heavy metal, progressive rock, coffee and snooker. He listens to more music than you. And then writes about it.