Review of Consummatum Est (2022)
Spring is officially upon us here in the Northern Hemisphere, and I couldn’t be more disappointed. The cherry blossom trees are beginning to bloom, and I already miss their bare, lifeless branches. Daylight saving time is now in full effect, and I long for the days when the sun was down by 4:30 pm. The advent of spring, and the impending return of its even more horrible cousin, summer, always sends me into a sort of depression. Despite my status as Angry Metal class clown, I’m actually an extremely introverted and withdrawn personality, one who thrives on the dark, dreary days of fall and winter, and the lengthening of the days is once again working its nefarious magic upon my soul. But I refuse to go gentle into that bright light; this week I went for as many walks as I could, timing the sporadic Pacific Northwest weather so that I’d be walking in the rain. And in my ears, I sought out the most atmospherically draining soundtrack I could. Consummatum Est, the debut album from Swedish death-doomers Grand Harvest was just what the doctor ordered.