[Chrönique] Mekigah – Litost – Album – 2014

Aesthetic Death

Experimental / Dark ambient / Doom metal / Noise



It is unusual, after years of traipsing through the dark and blackened world of experimental music, to find instances that contain the power to shock, surprise, or terrify. The occasions that this has happened for me are few and far between:

  • The first time hearing Attilla Csihar reciting from the Srimad Bhagavatam on Sunn O)))’s Decay 2 [Nihils’ Maw]

  • Witnessing Chip King from The Body’s inhuman yelp live.

  • The panicked breaths and unrecognisable clinking of the Multi Para Vacuous Movement remix of Removed by No Movement, No Sound, No Memories.

  • and being introduced to Alan Dubin’s demented, demonic, and paranoid wailing on Khanate’s Things Viral.

With headphones on, Mekigah’s opening track – Total Cessation of Oneelicited a similar chilling response. With its obfuscated whispers and dense cinematic swells undercut by sinister chords, spines cannot help but tingle. Following on from this is The Sole Dwelling which arrives with shuddering distorted slabs and ends with a plea to “Just let me sleep”.

Spatial structures are discarded on this record in favour of thick, fear-soaked, atmosphere. Whilst there is percussion directing the flow of this slow-moving, sonic magma, it really only gently nudges the tumultuous passage of sound. There is little space to escape this dark intensity. Just as it begins to feel like a claustrophobic isolation tank, strings from a lost Béla Tarr film appear, swelling with hope. This lasts about as long as a military drum roll before science fiction, synthetic welling is breathed into our ears.

The lack of structure and willingness to experiment within the broad framework of this dark ambience is best applied in tracks like Wurrmbu and Mokuy, the latter a gushing soundscape, replete with drones that are both harmonious and cacophonous whilst the former has a grandiose air of demonic ritual, something straddling a carnivalesque lullaby and a sacred rite performed for spectacle alone.

This absence of framework seems oddly reminiscent of a phrase picked from a late 20th Century Polish painter:

“If you’re in a boat heading for a waterfall, which means certain death, and there’s a cactus and an easy chair with you in that boat, it’d be better to sit in that chair instead of the cactus, right?”

For some, the cactus is far more appealing.

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