The atmosphere and devotion to theme makes for a lovely time where I can feel something again and let my mind go. The Stygian Rose is replete with moments that bring you back in time, but also beset you with fantastical detours that aren’t anywhere in our known timeline, a transformative endeavor built on the backs of soaring guitar solos, progressive movements, theatrical vocals, and macabre tones. Crypt Sermon played it a bit safe this time, paring their track list down to just six songs adding up to a total of just under 45 minutes, a healthy chunk smaller than their last LP (no complaints though – that shit still rips). This means longer tracks and more time to stew in the bowels of whatever vaguely historical world the band conjure up this time.
Truly, The Stygian Rose is the best of both worlds that the band are known for. Nearly all the atmosphere is dependent on the instrumentation itself. You can ponder the “Scrying Orb” for some ballad-like vocals and slower melodies straight out of the Candlemass playbook. I love the more cogitative guitar tones that set the mood between the more anthemic choruses, making for an awesome lead-in to the final track, but I’ll get to that later. “Glimmers in the Underworld” is the gallop into action for the album, a blasting intro track that really leans into the heavy metal aspects of the sound. The vocals are huge with Brooks Wilson really reaching up high into his raspy register, but produces chills when he dives low for a forlorn croon. Goddamn, this song is great – big ups to both guitarists, Steve Jansson and Frank Chin.
“Thunder (Perfect Mind)” is somewhere in the middle, a mid-tempo comedown from the first song, but still commands a righteous amount of heft and drama. Enrique Sagarnaga knows exactly what to do with his drum kit and when for optimal sound, laying down surgical fills and splashy strikes that accent the hell of the track’s movement. “Down in the Hollow” is a great bass and keys track for Matt Knox and Tanner Anderson to play with respectively. I love the moody intro with moaning synths and ominous percussion, and when the rest of the instruments join in, it’s Knox’s rumbling bass creeping forth through the cracks in the earth that play hero for me.
The biggest piece by far though is the title track, The Stygian Rose‘s 11-minute ender that is a veritable culmination of the band’s career wrapped into one song. Pensive piano intro, big-ass guitars, and some of the best progression work the band has ever done. It’s a larger than life moment that really feels well-earned, a cavalcade of good ideas sequenced one after another that adds up to that adventurous spirit captured on the album cover. I can’t help but assume this would absolutely kill live with the playful vocals and dark tones that permeate the entirety of it. One of the best songs I’ve heard this year.
And just like that, Crypt Sermon have made it look easy going three-for-three on LPs. The Stygian Rose is everything I didn’t know I wanted from the band – in fact, I expected/initially wanted more of an adherence to the heavy metal side that the band leaned into more with The Ruins of Fading Light, but to see them deliver something so well-balanced and astute with all the numerous influences their members pull from felt like a confident statement of quality for them and an assurance that there’s more in the chamber for them. Don’t be surprised when this is topping year-end lists in a few months (fuck, we’re already halfway through the year).
Somehow, someway, Crypt Sermon continue surprising and elevating their sound. I never doubted – it’s always been more of a pleasantly surprised response rather than the sundered doubt of incredulity when it comes to these – but to see a band outdo themselves so consistently on top of establishing themselves outside of this project in others just to come back like ‘y’all thought we were done with this?‘ and smack the lips off my face with a open-hand doomy slap that I’d pay for the privilege to have happen again. The Stygian Rose is a stellar album for the black leather-clad, big hair-having, ambiguously religious heavy/epic doom metal fan in us all.
Band photo by Scott Kinkade, low effort yet still heartfelt meme by me
