Released: 2014, Solitude Productions
Reviewer: Metal-Rules.com UK Team
Doomed is hardly an inspired name – but as a descriptive moniker choice it can’t be faulted. And kudos to Pierre Laube who is a genuine one-man band. He does everything in Doomed - vocals, guitars, drums... and presumably the washing up after a tea break. He does have some help come live performances, which is fair enough really. The days of strapping the drum to your back are long gone.
Church bells and religious type chanting isn’t a particularly unique starting point for an album, but what is these days. Although having the first two tracks on an album begin in that self-same way suggests a theme, which doesn’t then continue, and in turn suggests a lack of intro ideas. Perhaps Laube used them all up in the body of the songs themselves for there certainly are flourishes to each track which offset the concrete block riffs - “My Hand In Yours” being one notable example.
As an album, Our Ruin Silhouettes is like the sea, a tide of doom ebbing and flowing - sometimes it comes in too far, too long though and as with a sandcastle, some of the finer details get washed away by the sheer weight of it all. None of these songs are short – six and a half minutes is as concise as its gets, and two near-on nine minuters bookend the album.
Aside from the time investment you need to be in the right headspace to fully immerse yourself in songs like “A Recurrent Dream” – these are slow moving beasts taking heavy steps. They’re taking you somewhere but you got to stick around for the whole ride.
In terms of low guttural vocals, none of Our Ruin Silhouettes is unremarkable. It’s not that they don’t suit that whole doom/death sound, but it’s solidly one-track in a many-track musical world, although “The Last Meal” is particularly harsh. If you like that sort of thing, and are familiar with the styling’s of the genre then you probably won’t care. But, see I really wanted to be pulled into that world but it's hard sometimes to know what's being said and in trying to figure it out the spell is broken.
For me that’s where Our Ruin Silhouettes falls down. Good music in any genre has a certain kind of magic, and doom in particular is a place where it can be woven thick. Our Ruin Silhouettes is a good album, that maybe even gets great come the closing trio, but it doesn’t always take the listener with it when it tries to fly.
Review by Kirsty Birkett-Stubbs