Hexis – XII
Hexis have
been impressing me ever since Abalam back in 2014. Their splits with
This Gift is a Curse (2015) and Primitive Man (2015) introduced me to
both of those bands, and they've always been part of the best in the
catastrophic, dissonant blackened scenes.
XII is similar to previous
albums, with their classic suffocating sound of tremolo-picked pieces
of hatred and despair staying untouched. That being said, there are
some slightly heavier elements, as well as slightly more focussed
songwriting which help XII stand out.
Hexis has the habit of
writing very short songs, but quite a few of them – it almost feels
as if they divided their albums into chapters rather than wrote
individual pieces. Everything flows, there are no breaks or
interludes – it's a grindcore-esque approach to black metal, except
with actual continuity between songs. By doing this, they turn their
albums into dense, impenetrable slabs of hatred in which one must
either dive and abandon control, or avoid altogether.
The album feels like it
was written as one long entity, and has the dynamics to back that up.
Stop/start rythms, pummeling introductions running straight into
walls of cold anger, floating zeniths of relative peace and deep
caverns of uncomfortable heaviness – XII has everything to keep you
occupied during its entire duration. It's actually tiring to keep up
with everthing, given how goddamn punishing each indidual section is.
The drums have a clearer
sound than they did in previous records, which actually changes the
general feel quite a bit – instead of our old subwoofer kicks and
comfortable blasts giving the whole experience a more ritualistic
aspect, we've got well-produced bass drums and cymbals. XII feels
like Hexis have stopped dancing around the fire and actually started
torturing people.
Giuseppe Fitzsimmons
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