Published: April 24, 2018

Portland’s NONE plays viscous, lumbering black metal that sounds resigned. Thick slow-motion bass work underpins rigid drumming, both of them supporting lacy constellations of guitar. This reminds me of Khrom’s 2004 masterpiece A World Through Dead Eyes, or Loss’s Despond; music that is not simply about depression but depressed itself, written with a genuinely weary sensibility. Music that evokes chill November wind across snow-dusted treetops, that somehow evokes the silence of being alone in the woods – the kind of silence that reflects a person’s emotions, whatever they may be.