Moss Metal Returns!: Sun of the Sleepless — To the Elements

It took this band 19 years to release its debut album. Proof positive that sometimes it pays to neither shit nor get off the pot.
Ever ask yourself what the “n’ shit” part of “trees n’ shit black metal” is composed of? Wonder no more, gentle reader: It is composed of moss.
“All moss?” you ask, agape with incredulity. “Surely it is not all moss…”
Well, let’s say that the “n’ shit” part is composed of 87% moss. The rest is probably lichen and crushed leaves, some dead bugs and, uh…actual shit.
Moving on. It’s been a while since I’ve been really jazzed about moss metal. I don’t sit around waiting for some new woodsy black metal album to blow my skirt up. So imagine my surprise when I found Sun of the Sleepless‘s new (technically only) full-length album To the Elements hiding under a pile of boring shit on my desk, gave it a whirl, and had my skirt blown up. So blown up was my skirt that I ran out into the hall yelling “Guys, guys, holy shit, guys!” But there was no one there. The Offices of the Toilet ov Hell were dead empty. Because I am the only one required to work from the offices; everyone else gets to do it from home.

Next we arrive at “Where in My Childhood Lived a Witch”, a magnificent title for a song which falls far short of the others. I’ve got no patience for loping black metal with chugga-chug riffs. This one is like 90% chug. It sort of redeems itself near the halfway mark by breaking up the mind-numbingly stale stomping rhythm, but having to slog through all that chug-mud to reach this point depreciates the reward. Sigh.
Luckily for me, for you, for the whole of the species, the chugga-chugs were a momentary lapse. They’re gone now, never to return. Album fulcrum “Forest Crown” is a dark neofolk ditty of Kveldssangerian majesty and grace. It is the perfect length, neither too long to hold interest nor too short to have a point. It’s the perfect palette-cleanser before the grim fury that is “In the Realm of the Bark”. Here Schwadorf layers those rich, chocolaty chants of his over driving percussion for an effect that is nothing short of soaring, and nothing short of sublime. (Best song on the album? Best song on the album.)
If only to convince myself that I’m not a hack, I’ll forego breaking down the rest of the tracks. All in all, To the Elements is a good and not a bad. It’s got styyyyyyyyyle, maaaaaaaaaaaan. Given how disinterested I’ve been in Schwadorf’s other projects (Empyrium, The Vision Bleak), I’m fairly flabbergasted.
I will not name drop any other bands for comparison. What I will do is quote the press-release, which likens Sun of the Sleepless to “Emperor, early Ulver, early Katatonia, Bathory, Mayhem and Darkthrone.” That claim is as purely fucking ridiculous as it is purely fucking unnecessary, because To the Elements really stands on its own as an effortless stroke of moss metal art. And somehow manages to do so without breaking a single shred of new ground. The only logical explanation for this feat is that SCHWADORF IS THE BLACK WIZARDS!!!!!!!!
I Hereby Rate This Album One Giant Moss-Covered Tree
To the Elements comes out July 21st on Prophecy Productions.








