Ephemeros

Portland, OR-based funeral doom congregation Ephemeros understand that not everyone mourns the same way. Some surrender to the weight of grief and allow themselves to be ground to bone powder, while others lash out in virulent, uncontrollable rage. Their contribution to the musical lexicon of funeral doom is seething, white-hot hatred that begs for vengeance. The force that drives each of the three monumental tracks on All Hail Corrosion is vast and elemental — the same kind of unrelenting pressure that forces magma to burst from the earth. Joshua Greene's rasping vocals are so deep and cavernous that they could be torn from the anguished throat of a volcano. There's a little comfort in the plaintive edges of a few guitar riffs, trembling toward sadness, but most of the tone is the slow, savage churn of a building desire for revenge. All Hail Corrosion chooses throb over sob, gnashing of teeth over wailing, and the record is stronger for it.