Pray For Teeth

At four songs in 36 minutes, From the Dry Edge of the Shore is longer than many albums with triple the number of tracks. Despite long songs — the titular closer nears 14 minutes — Pray For Teeth waste less time than most bands that tend to weigh down their albums with filler. Instead, every note plays its part in bridging the emotional chasm delivered through post-metal tropes. The most minimalistic, tender sections build to triumphantly soaring ones, all while being interspersed and intermingled with powerful but downtrodden sludgy doom that somehow accentuates the already piercing emotions. Sure, Pray For Teeth may be in the lineage of Cult of Luna, Isis, Neurosis and their ilk, but they do the sound better than any of their younger peers. From the Dry Edge of the Shore is the dark, viscous answer to Sunbather's glistening blast beats. On it, Pray For Teeth accomplish what is rarely accomplished in metal, especially from such a nascent band: they make you feel something.