"Lucy" Is Dygora's Brutal Missing Link

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Sometimes you just want to bark and growl like a feral animal over simple, crunchy mid-paced riffs and slamming double-bass beats — nothing complicated, but the music must be raw and ultimate, primal even. It should make you foam.

One big “however,” though: departing from the realm of intricacies and nuance (those musical elements which feel like enhancements) leads to flat soundscapes and unfocused visions. Generally, people are against the devolution and de-complication of art; inside and outside, we’re always looking forward, not backward, because change inherently defines our tumultuous life-to-death transition. This does not discount minimalism or historical context) in any way — to wit, postmodernism doesn’t destroy anything because it simply can’t, or we won’t let it. Either way, we’re talking about total unembellishment for the sake of simplicity, totally pre-philosophy (but never pre-experience). Maybe there’s nothing inherently “wrong” or “bad” about this, but the deletion of deeper minutia in music surely culminates as a loss for anyone who wants to engage more fully with it, i.e. at an existential level.

Well, fuck existence. Here’s an absolutely caustic new track from London-based Dygora from their upcoming Chambers of Reflections EP.

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Consistency defines “Lucy,” an unwavering attention to extreme weight and power. Its atmosphere is appropriately claustrophobic: inhaling the dry bone dust of vocalist Omar Swaby’s voice immediately and ruthlessly chokes you dead. Meanwhile, harshly thudding guitars weave in and out of repetitive passages, taking the occasional moment to riff upward but always returning to the song’s core melody (or lack thereof): that which sounds like nails hammering home the lid to your plywood coffin. “Lucy” doles out bleakness via alternative channels; death abounds but arises within you as your mind is belligerently dismantled by the musical straightforwardness which Dygora then artfully turns into pithiness. It goes and goes hard until it fails to go further — a life lesson, maybe.

Chambers of Reflections is not “short and sweet.” It’s “simple and deadly.” Like a poison, it’s just one single substance, one slice of an entire spectrum of possibilities. But that doesn’t matter, because it kills you anyway. As far as detail and subtly go, they’re purposeless in the grander context. No matter what you do, death wins. Musically, Dygora by no means celebrates this fact, but they certainly recognize it and embody it. Allow whatever deeper thoughts you have regarding The End flow through you — let them speak and, hell, even react to them if you want — because nothing will change and you might as well be entertained in the meantime. This is metal which speaks plainly about the plainest of subjects, so complete in its absolute certainty: life never lasts forever.

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The Chambers of Reflections EP self-releases July 13th. Visit the band’s Bandcamp page here.

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