In the realm of dark and heavy music, the market for doom metal has become somewhat saturated. But Indian has a sound that transcends trends: It combines the feral rage of Jane Doe-era Converge with the feedback-drenched sludge of Eyehategod.
With From All Purity, the Chicago outfit creates a cohesive soundscape of ill will that's engrossing: Alienating electronic feedback crackles throughout; crushing chords are delivered outside the confines of traditional song structures, making them even more menacing. In fact, Indian's compositions are neither too linear nor too meandering; rather, each song tends to gain strength from exhaustive repetition, a resolution to follow bitter feelings to their equally bitter end.
That said, each track on From All Purity has its own character. The sole trudging riff of "Directional" heaves implacably onward from start to finish, where it lingers alone, direction unknown. "Rhetoric of No" provides the answer with a groove that's at once driving and off-kilter, resolute yet disorienting. The clean single notes ringing out on expansive closer "Disambiguation" provide much-needed breathing room, but they are mere prelude to further funereal devastation. Throughout, Will Lindsay's raging vocals access both the grim anguish of black metal and the boundless savagery of really good hardcore.
From All Purity continues in the legacy Indian set out on its first two records, with songs that are polemic, unapologetic, and unrelenting. It's a highly effective and expressive slab of misanthropy for the New Year. Cheers, runts. (Relapse Records)