TenHornedBeast | Death Has No Companion
Created from the solitude of the high and lonely places, Death Has No Companion uses the TenHornedBeast aesthetic to explore the isolation of the inner and outer worlds.
Discordant piano chords build to shimmering blizzards of feedback. Drones and tones fall like snow and settle in the frozen landscapes. Strings flutter in the bitter winds.
Does the spirit not falter when the Wanderer sees the night fall before him? Lamentation and sorrow. Winter eternal and everlasting. We all must walk the Long Road alone. Death has no companion.
1. The Wanderer (17:36)
2. The Lamentation Of Their Women (18:46)
3. In Each Of Us A Secret Sorrow (23:55)
Slow progression advances glacially, gradually revealing the sceneries of TenHornedBeast, which could have easily come out of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. The post-apocalyptic world does not appear to be in flames and failing anymore, but rather completely destroyed; a place where the air is toxic and nothing grows. (Scene Point Blank)
“Overall, the album evokes a haunted primeval land, sparsely populated and foreboding. Unseen dangers lurk nearby. But the traveler of this land is so caught up in his own sorrow that he may be oblivious to peril. Death Has No Companion is bleak, dark, and desperate, all good reasons to give it a listen even if nihilism is not your thing”. (Avant Music News)
“As the title suggests, there is no note of optimism to be found. The feeling of cold dankness and loss pervades, though I perceive that it is a harsh brightness as opposed to a claustrophobic darkness that serves to lay the absence of hope starkly bare and undeniable. Soothing in a slightly chilling way.” (Midlands Metalheads)
“Death Has No Companion may be bleaker than previous releases but there’s an emotive strength to be found on and within the musical paths TenHornedBeast traverse here… epic and expansive… the loneliest of walks.” (Compulsion)
“…decisamente intensa e minimale, proprio perché TENHORNEDBEAST nasce per combinare e favorire accostamenti non ordinari che regalano il terribile piacere e insieme il piacere sgomento della perdita del corpo”. (Son Of Flies)