A promising omen of things to come, one hopes. Finland's colorfully monikered The Wandering Midget unravel the fabric of space-time with sheer cosmic doom. Fully aware of their tiny insignificant place in the monstrously vast universe, these three monks cower in fear and chant for mercy out into the unknown. Doom metal, notably generally for its atavism rather than its love of progress, requires much subtlety and finesse for a band to stand out from the howling pack. The Wandering Midget specializes in atmosphere, primarily expressed through the wail of frontman Samuel Wormius, and especially his evocative ESL lyrics, which are crammed with gleefully repugnant details and haunting images.Time leaves its marks on each man but not in me.
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