Album Review: From All Purity by Indian

The trick of From All Purity, the fifth full-length album by Chicago misanthropes Indian, is that it wields as much power from a distance as it does in close quarters. Let these six tracks rip from your stereo system of choice, take a step back, and you’ll hear a fevered, hostile trip through top-heavy doom and harsh noise. The lulled wallop of “Rhetoric of No” is tremendous, with thunder drums cracking against wide-sky riffs.

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For once, a band's official bio sums up said group accurately and succinctly: "This is the opposite of easy listening." As if that weren't enough, the dudes from Indian titled From All Purity's opening track "Rape" just to let you know what's about to happen to your ears, your face, and your equilibrium. Featuring ex-Nachtmystium/ Wolves in the Throne Room/ Mutilation Rites member Will Lindsay on guitar, this Chicago squad's fifth slab of churning, moaning, screeching sludge sounds like EyeHateGod bringing on power electronics and Japanese horror flicks. It's all the necessary B-adjectives--bludgeoning, brutal, burly--but it's something else too; Bloodcurdling.

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Too often doom metal lazily forsakes the definition behind its namesake, instead simply plodding along behind other proponents of the genre in slow-and-low tempos, but lacking the "death, destruction, or some other terrible fate" that Oxford Dictionaries associate with the term. Fortunately, Indian's From All Purity puts the context at the forefront of their impetus, as they funnel Stephen O'Malley (Khanate, Burning Witch) and Electric Wizard through a filter caked in sludge to siphon hope from any listener's soul. The album drags on, grating your ears the whole way, until reaching the noisy, rhythm-less "Clarify," which only disorients you further.

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In Antonin Artaud’s first manifesto for The Theater of Cruelty, he called for a new kind of spectacle to shatter the theatrical form, which had calcified around the authority of text. This new theater would feature a new language of physicality, an immediacy that burns like fire, and direct assaults on the portals of the senses, using costume, light, and of course music. Perhaps most importantly, this new theater would feature an element of cruelty, a violent concussion of the false image the audience accepts as reality.

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Indian From All Purity (Relapse) Until recently, the prolonged absence of Eyehategod meant the field was wide open for a band constructed of nihilistic rage monsters. Enter Indian, a Chicago troop achieving a sort of hate-blackened grandeur on its fifth disc From All Purity. Leading with a nearly eight-minute track called "Rape," Indian sets an agenda of vein-throbbing acrimony and despair, a docket fulfilled by the emotional and audio violence-suffused "The Impetus Bleeds," "Disambiguation," and the hope-pulverizing "Directional." The quartet rumbles forward with chests crushed by a metric ton of faith-fucking sludge, while guitarists Dylan O'Toole and Will Lindsay try to disembowel themselves throat first.

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