Christs, Redeemers

With over a decade of punishing sounds under their belt, it makes sense that experimental noise/sludge/doom metal duo the Body would want to stretch the limits of their sound on Christs, Redeemers, one of few proper full-lengths in their enormous, often EP-focused discography. Surpassing the smoky Sabbath worship of stoner metal and far too ambitious to fall into the snail-paced drudgery of run-of-the-mill sludge metal, the Body embrace their various extremes over the course of these ten songs, beginning with "I, the Mourner of Perished Days." The short introductory song builds a burning wall of indistinguishable noise from vocal samples and rattling metal before a witchy female vocal comes in, offering dark lyrics of being set free by the end of life's suffering. The vocals are swallowed whole by the din of noise by the song's end, and thus begins the album's journey. The following track, "To Attempt Openness," marries Chip King's muffled, ugly guitar tones to an eerie choir of haunte