Album Review: Gorod – The Ember Gone
Reviewed by Eric Clifford
For as madly as I love it, there are still phrases that I do not use often when describing a death metal release. Seldom do I find myself reaching for the Cannibal Corpse LPs and thinking “Christ, look at the emotional depth on “Entrails Ripped From A Virgin’s Cunt”. Which Isn’t to say that death metal can’t or doesn’t provoke emotions – clearly it does – and there are exceptions to the rule, but it would be fair to say that death metal generally is heavier in the musical sense than it is in terms of milking your tear ducts dry. That’s not a bad thing per se – it’s a feature of the genre, you wouldn’t complain that your fridge doesn’t double check your parachute or manage a budget. But it does mean that when a death metal album does successfully traverse more emotionally complex territory it’s worth remarking on. So when Gorod spend the time lining up firing angles to launch arrows right into your heartstrings…I think that’s worthy of significant praise. “Forgiveness” speaks to me of regret, knowing that you could have done better for your children, spared them sorrow in the years to come. I don’t think you have to be a parent to connect with themes around wishing you had been perfect for your kids – we’ve all let someone down before – but as a parent, shit if this didn’t spear an uncomfortable part of me. The sombre instrumentation of it, the way it builds and builds, flowing into these stark if gorgeous crescendos was spellbinding on a first listen and only grew more impressive over repeat listens. There’s melancholy to it, rage, complex tapping patterns mapped to the complications of the feelings themselves. It feels like a more deathly incarnation of “Wait” by prog outfit Pain of Salvation – an equally splendid yet maudlin and reflective track that tackles different but nonetheless discomfiting themes. And Gorod do this repeatedly too; never forgetting that they are at heart a tech death band and using that extreme metal weight to propel a bleak fury into songs that ache with pathos.
In the context of death metal that needs pointing out, but in the context of Gorod, perhaps less so. They’re esteemed as one of the best bands active within their genre niche, and tech death has (relatively) often been more comfortable exploring it’s more cerebral side than have other subgenres such as, say, brutal death – last time I checked, Devourment didn’t write “Babykiller” in order to muse over abortion rights. So lets adopt an unhealthy, emotionally stunted “boys don’t cry” frame of mind and ask how the album is purely as a collection of moving parts, riffs, blasts, growls, etc. So. How is it?
Fucking sublime.
Psycroptic dropped an album in July, so lord knows, Gorod needed to pull their A-game in terms of riffs. To stick with “Forgiveness” a minute, at 4.38 it drops into a groovy tech riff that hits like a soviet nuclear test, whereas “Devise” kicks things off with the best riff In Flames never wrote. Stunning guitar work lurks like Pennywise behind every corner, luxurious solos pouring off the fretboard with the iridescent flex of oil on a river, and the bass punches endless grooves into being with this warm, ceaselessly gratifying string-thud. At the risk of overstating the claim though, this isn’t the “If we’re breathing we’re blasting” brain liquefaction of, say, Origin or Braindrill. Even at their most vituperative Gorod never slung that type of firepower about. And even with that said, this is much more restrained than much of their own back catalogue, more attuned perhaps to it’s prog side than it is it’s tech side. The band were fraternising with samba rhythms as far back as their 2nd album “Leading Vision” in 2006 and slightly sedate textures were dotted about 2023’s “The Orb”, but nonetheless basically their whole discography is a complete blastfest by comparison.

The tradeoff for this distinct mellowing is a greater focus on mood and atmosphere, with the crescendo of “Remains” containing some of the most soulful, beautiful harmonies they’ve ever penned. “Regret” is much more liberal with the clean vocals much more than in years past (competently enough, even if they’re not challenging Akercocke’s Jason for all round vocal excellence) and rolls back the distortion to more civilised levels than on prior works. Percussive not-quite-clean licks airlifted from Tool’s shed and flighty jazz drums characterise lengthy portions of it for the first half before the talons unsheathe inch by inch through the latter sections. It remains deeply technical music both in composition and performance, less so than prior album’s unmedicated supersonic fret shiatsu stylings, but still a deep, complex, considered release informed as much by influences outside metal as it is by influences within it. Flickers of Radiohead’s sparse, damaged beauty dancing through “Ember”. Lap steel (I think) takes a break from gracing prog royalty Yes’ “Relayer” album to swoop like unchained quetzalcoatlus spirits over “Crimson” and “Ignite”, and I would be shocked if it turned out that drummer Karol Diers wasn’t almost problematically into jazz, such is the versatility and showmanship he packs into a frankly jaw dropping showcase the whole album through.
My undignified gushing aside, there are flaws here and there. Some tracks – “Regret” primarily – do grow long in the tooth, and placing “Regret” immediately after “Forgiveness” (the 2nd longest track) doesn’t help, as much as anything because “Forgiveness” rather outshines it. “Regret” has this whimsical, swinging sing-song feel to it’s first passages that I struggled to connect with, and it’s last section from about 5.40 on is instrumentally very cool, though it feels a shade tacked on when an opening for a satisfying conclusion to the song presented itself right before it. If “Forgiveness” feels to unfold like a tapestry then “Regret” seems to develop a bit more awkwardly to me at least, even if I can’t fault the performances that bring it to life. Perhaps that is thematically appropriate, but nonetheless it did impede enjoyment of tge song for me personally.
The in-a-nutshell breakdown then is: Gorod are undeniably less overtly tech death this time around – dalliances in their softer side elsewhere in their back catalogue notwithstanding, this is by far the most pensive thing they’ve ever done. While they do still have ammo left in the magazine, “The Ember Gone” on the whole is far heavier in emotional terms than in terms of speed or distortion. Parts of it are genuinely gorgeous, and for all it casts fonder eyes towards prog tropes than death metal ones it remains masterfully technical, with mountain ranges of evolutions and crescendos climbing from the canvas it paints over the course of forty three enthralling minutes. Gorod have obviously always been good, but never in quite so (relatively) delicate and vulnerable a fashion as they are here. And that might give some of you pause. I myself don’t think it’s their best either because I miss the more enraged playing of their back catalogue and some songs drag on a bit longer than their ideas seem capable of supporting. Taken on it’s own terms though, it’s impossible to deny the craft on display. I suggest refining your expectations: approach without the hope of a trip to the warp 9 blasturbation station, engage with it as it is not as what you might’ve desired from a Gorod release, and if after that you still find yourself unmoved by it, I can only recommend checking yourself for a pulse.
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