and taken flight...
Forged in a valley at the foot of the Appalachians, and stitched together by four dark tailors, Helgamite’s seamsters are William Breeden, Jonah Butler, Casey Firkin and Jason Hevener.
This entity howls, screeches, bellows and roars, blending into a unique voice heard and felt as a genre regarded as brown metal.
Helgamite is an unearthly giant. Its feet rest far below the earth in the unimaginable depths of the sea, expressing the unexpressed voice of the ocean, acting as the voice of the whale and the rumble of the earth’s belly. But the head of Helgamite stretches out of the earth’s atmosphere and high into the cosmos, looming in space where the sound of heavenly bodies becomes transmuted into spacious ambience, buzzing, humming and planetary heaviness.
The guitar drones and laments, reaching peaks of excited delirium as the ethereal voice drags curiously through space and acts as a haunting and necessary ornament to the deeply rooted rumble of the bass. Vocal augmentations and sound reoccurrence makes the voice another instrument that chants, howls and shrieks and at times hypnotizes with mantra-like subtlety. The drums crawl at the pace of a dying animal, stomp like an elephant’s hoof and have moments of decided acceleration that carry the tracks through a continuum of slowness and speed. With the tying together of all instruments, Helgamite’s audible landscape flourishes with the ripe sounds of inconceivable heights and depths, bridging the void between earth and outer space.
