COLD MEAT INDUSTRY RELEASE:
NOVEMBER 18, 2004 REVIEW: DECEMBER
Many are the tales which could be
told about Sweden's In Slaughter Natives.
Far-reaching would be their influence
and impact. When one thinks of this
band, a host of images and emotions
immediately present themselves. The
sounds of fire and brimstone would
be one facet to the work of this legendary
band. A quieter, introspective ponderance
is another. But perhaps the most enduring
feel that this band has to me is one
of psychosis coupled with a darkness
that has never been equalled.
This is the first new album from J.
Havukainen (the man who is and always
will be ISN) since 1996. I have always
savoured each new release he imparts
upon the world due to their uniqueness
and their uncompromising approach.
In Slaughter Natives have broadened
their sound for "Resurrection"
but not in a pandering or calculated
way. They have added new elements
(violins and other strings) to their
work so as to increase the overall
power; never does the blackness abate.
Havukainen weaves his tales of deceit
and despair with an emotive authority
you will not find elsewhere. The cavalcade
of doom and the crushing misanthropy
are, in themselves, enough reason
to buy this album. And yet... there
is much hope contained within the
passages and dirges of imminent systemic
collapse. Catharsis has rarely been
True, to some, In Slaughter Natives
are too abrasive, too despondent,
too bleak. To me, they are what those
of us who survive the end of life
as we know it on planet earth will
be listening to non-stop. They are