Oh shit! This album doesn't ask permission to fuck you up. It just does. Connecticut's Mourn The Light have been grinding in the shadows long enough - debut was solid doom melancholy, EPs built the cult - but Sorrow Feeds the Silence is the one that finally snaps the leash. 52 minutes of pure, ugly catharsis that feels like getting your heart ripped out and then handed back to you still beating, covered in riffs.They kept the doom weight that crushes your ribs, but shoved it into something faster, meaner: trad heavy gallops that charge like warhorses on meth, power-metal hooks that soar without apology, prog detours that actually surprise instead of boring you. Andy Small steps in on vocals and holy shit, the guy doesn't sing - he unleashes. Voice like a blade: raw power, range that cuts deep, turning every line about regret and self-inflicted wounds into a middle finger to the abyss. Jack Kosto's production is brutal and clear - riffs hit like hammers, dynamics breathe, nothing gets lost in the mud.The whole thing reeks of real pain: carrying shit you can't undo, silence that eats you alive until you scream it out in double-bass fury. Atmospheric openings build slow, then explode into quick-picked storms, synth swells like incoming thunder, choruses that lift just to slam you back down harder. It's not depressive funeral crawl - it's restless, pissed-off, almost desperate for the fight. Heavy metal that hurts and heals at the same time, no sugarcoating.
No safe corners here. If you're still hiding behind polished playlists and "mild" metal, this'll expose you. But if the rot in your gut, the fire that won't die, the nights where quiet feels like suffocation - if any of that rings true, crank it until the speakers bleed. Mourn The Light built a weapon. Grab it, let it tear into you, and maybe you'll come out the other side still breathing.
Thanks to Grand Sounds PR.
