“You can’t expect to see him and survive”
On The Cry Of Mankind, Yorkshire’s My Dying Bride take an extremely simple but eerie guitar motif and build a monumentally dark, symphonic beast of a song out of it. It’s a masterpiece that manages to remain refined and elegant while still filling you with existential dread. And, as if the song proper wasn’t already crushing enough, The Cry Of Mankind‘s final minutes just let that six-note motif run on. But this time overlaying it with a haunting choir and the bellow of a foghorn so unsettling and otherworldly it feels like the last thing you might ever hear.
I need to check out this band thanks!
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You should, they’re a great band. Hope you’re doing good!
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Yup we’re good. Hella busy, but when is that ever not true? Hope you’re good too!
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A buddy of mine was trying to get me into My Dying Bride right around the time I discovered Type O Negative…
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My highschool friends all loved this band, this was the only song I got into. Love that lead guitar line.
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Sorry, just saw your comment in the spam dungeon! If you’re going to just like one song of theirs then this is a pretty good pick.
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I need a bit of cheering up, given the state of the world an’ all. Will this do the trick, HMO?
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It works for me!
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