With Deathwhite, one feels transported to the cemetery of your dreams. The Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, doom metal quartet take a Janus-faced approach that pays off powerful, their low-end riffs throbbing and bounding behind vocals intoned with clerical sorrow. Add to that steely but blurring guitar overlays and a driving and sure-handed rhythm section, and the result is music that cloaks you in mist and sweeps you out of the drudgery of your everyday life. Imagine the more dulcet singing and ambiance of early Opeth mixed with the determined march of a latter-day death metal band like Temple Of Void, and you’ll have an idea of what Deathwhite are bringing to the wake. Listening to the band’s new album Grave Image, out tomorrow on Season Of Mist, one feels a matured sense of r...
