Misty strolls across the spectra of drum and bass | Fog Walk review
What might be lurking in the mist? Demons, specters, monsters, life-sized Haribo gummy bears, Disney characters on acid? No one can know for certain.
If you’ve seen the film version of literary classic Mist by Stephen King, then you know that the phenomenon caused by small droplets of water suspended in air (as is the formal definition of mist) is prone to be hiding many, many odd things. The new album by the well-known producer whom we usually call Forbidden Society might be one of them. The album is called Fog Walk (oh how very convenient) and it brings us poor fog travelers some very inauspicious portents and delicately gloomy atmosphere. It must be said however that all of it is wrapped in a very fine aesthetic.
There’s no need to waste time, all twelve tracks on the album are to undergo a thorough analysis on our operating table but instead of scalpels we will use words.
Fog Walk is the second play whose sonic spheres are closer to deeper and more sophisticated provinces of drum and bass. Definitely closer than to those whose sole mission on Earth is to render your fragile physique a trash metal. As the 3RDKND project founded only last year proves excellently there’s still something in store for the metal-like sounding aggressive forms of dnb for which Forbidden Society came to be known. But now the spotlight is to be shared with the sense for experiment as well as appreciation for the distinctive ways of self-expression that newly possessed the producer.
The first successful experiment was performed in autumn of the year before last. The Depths EP did well with the critics as well as with the wider fan community therefore it’s no surprise that we now have the pleasure of being excited about its successor. And what’s more is that it’s no longer only an EP but a fully-fledged album.
We begin our trip with the opening track Dirt. What a fitting title because the filthy bassline will not only stain your newly-bought trousers, it will also leave permanent filth in your soul. The descent to the gates of hell however never sounded so good.
We continue on. It’s time for Submersion to shine. It first premiered on the Skankandbass YouTube channel and it follows the infernal footprint of the Dirt. You dance foxtrot with the Devil himself in circles around the cauldron where your poor body will burn for all eternity only a short while later. And just like a naive and foolish Kate you give this whole ordeal four out of five stars.
Don’t Stop. The track number three and the only collaboration on the album. The honor to be the one and only chosen belongs to the British rapper Killa P. His distinctive flow brings about a distinctive mood for the track.
There is much going on in Don’t Stop. It definitely isn’t drum and bass according to the usual and dare we say old and in need of a sprucing up timetables and equations. Jindřich aka Forbidden Society shows that he is able to appreciate a wide range of musical genres and flavors. The third track on the album only proves it.
So what do we have here? Elements of grime, dancehall, minimal and halftime? Check! And what will come out from all of this? Well, a truly original and fun piece of music of course! Enjoy!
Contained, number four of the album, can pride itself on indeed gloomy but at the same time an immensely and darkly beautiful atmosphere. The bass spills over the drums like veil made from night sky, like an aurora illuminating the way for all wandering souls.
There are echoes of the unique simplicity and melodiousness of liquid funk, the dreamy vocal only helps the case. It sounds a bit like a soundtrack to a fairy-tale without a happy ending, without absolution or hope for better days. Like a feeling of hopelessness and doom in a aesthetically pleasing packaging. An in a way that’s a whole other type of beauty.
Let’s get back to our eternal suffering in the pits of hell. You pay the fair price for your earthly pleasures and misconduct. The fifth track Chronicon starts to play from the hellish audio systems and its bassline leaves in its wake an all too real and all too deep cuts, not only on your body but on your unfortunate soul as well.
What’s next, you ask? Well, a leech twisting slowly to the halftime rhythm. The sixth track from the album is called just like that, a Leech and the sonic structures of it remind one a little of the ungraceful movements of the parasite.
Next we have a track carrying the same name as the album as a whole, Fog Walk. Distorted voices fly through the air like a boomerang, reflecting away from you and then returning again. The fog is thick as a milk, the kind you only get at farmer’s market. There is indeed no better music background you could have chosen on your foolish trips into the fog-covered regions.
Carry on in the rhythm of the eight track, Scamor. Scamor sounds like a panting of a beast behind the bars of prison where it was put by beasts in disguise, humans. Everything different from them must be wiped from the face of the Earth or at least subdued and subjected to their fickle will.
Speak To Me! That is the order of the track number nine. It premiered on the american server Bassrush and brings to mind the state of your poor sound equipment facing bravely all attempts at trouble-free functioning and undisturbed music experience. And all of it in a casual halftime tunic.
With It Isn’t, track number ten, we go back to more classical conceptions of deep drum and bass. The gentlemen from the Noisia project included the track, as well as other tracks before it, on their radio show. To certain joy of their listeners for sure.
The penultimate item on the list in need of a thorough analysis is the track number eleven, Penetrate. If the name is anything to go by with respect to musical arrangement, Penetrate lives up to its name fully. The bass, the percussion and other unidentified tones, all of them make their way, quite violently, into your viscera. Your internal organs consequently dance a slow, murderous Flamenco with each other. Well, entertainment for the whole family!
The track number twelve, Downtown Blues, marks the end for the whole enterprise. Once again to the fashionable cadence of halftime, Downtown Blues is a sweet, sweet treat to conclude with. The album itself was a grandiose ride across many genres of drum and bass, bpm and even your own sanity. Downtown Blues, on the contrary, has a calming, healing effect on your battered state of the body and mind.
An with this, the analysis is concluded. Until next time then.
Author: Eliška S.