I wasn’t at this show, but I was reading guitarist/vocalist Karl Simon‘s Bandcamp info about The Gates of Slumber‘s Live in Tempe, Arizona, and it occurred to me I did see them on this tour. The Indianapolis trio, then Simon, bassist Jason McCash and drummer J. Clyde Paradis, were on the road in Spring 2011 supporting their new-at-the-time album The Wretch (review here), which would turn out to be their final record with just the Scion A/V-sponsored Stormcrow EP (review here) following in 2013 until this Live in Tempe, Arizona, came along in 2020. They’d been to Europe and were back in the States touring with Orange Goblin for the UK outfit’s 15th anniversary. Here’s what Simon remembers about it:

2011 was a very good year for The Gates of Slumber, we had come off a run of great shows with Cathedral and the amazing experience of recording The Wretch in London with Jaime Gomez in December of 2010, and we were fresh off touring with Place of Skulls and our headliner set at Roadburn when we got the call that Orange Goblin was wanting us to support them as they tried to get a full US tour in 13 days… 13 grizzly days where we had no air conditioning in the van as we trekked across the deep south… the realities of touring in the US vs Europe were laid bare on this one, there was the infamous decided lack of everything that we were dealing with as we confronted blown out tires, a lack of sleep, a lack of food and mostly a lack of time.

Make no mistake, I have a few good memories (and a few hazy ones; it was a different, much drunker time) of seeing The Gates of Slumber live, but hot damn, I loved The Wretch. Produced by Jaime Gomez Arellano as noted above, the record used negative space — empty space in the mix — to create a downtrodden, lonely, depressive feel that was as pure and classic American doom as Saint Vitus‘ best work. It was clear in its message and perspective, its songs were intentionally grueling, and in departing from the more epic-minded fare of LP’s like 2008’s Conqueror and 2009’s Hymns of Blood and Thunder (review here), the band took up the mantle of forerunners of a kind of doom that very, very few acts have been able to capture in the decade-plus since. No one I’ve heard has been able to do this thing, this way, so well.

The New York show was Orange Goblin, The Gates of Slumber, Naam and Kings Destroy (review here), on May 27, 2011, which according to the original list of dates puts it 10 days before they hit Tempe — after Albuquerque, New Mexico, it should be noted given the album cover for the live record (click the image above to enlarge) — and what a night. Even first night of the tour, they delivered, and listening back to Live in Tempe, Arizona, it brings to mind just how on-fire they were at this point. If you’re wondering just what the hell I’m talking about with “negative space” above, take a listen to “Coven of Cain” on the live record. That (not really) empty pause as Simon drudges through the early verses, the slow march so pointedly undramatic in its execution. The song itself doesn’t need to be massive because the impact comes from the atmosphere and the emotion behind it.

It’s raw in a way that distortion-obsessed riff-doom — and hey, I like plenty of that too — can’t possibly be, and feels braver for that, for being more up front. The Gates of Slumber in this era had plenty of forward push, as “Day of Farewell” here demonstrates, and the dynamic was fluid, which is to say that they were able to shift between the quieter and louder, more weighted stretches with apparent ease owing to the strength of the songwriting and the performances, not just of Simon in fronting the band and embodying the miseries the songs were about, but McCash and Paradis bringing density and a just-about-to-fall-off-the-track rolling nod to the material. Even as they chug through “Ice Worm” from Conqueror here and finish out with “The Jury” from their 2004 debut, …The Awakening (discussed here), the quiet intensity keeps up with the surge of volume. And I know the early days of the band have engendered a loyalism among the band’s fans, but for my money, this was as doomed as The Gates of Slumber got.

Listening to it, there’s no question as to why The Gates of Slumber would want to eventually release Live in Tempe, Arizona. Even 11 years after the fact, the downer aspects of these six songs — the set opener “The Scovrge ov Drvnkeness” wasn’t recorded according to Simon — comes through with marked resonance, and the barebones-but-clean sound with which the songs are captured ties everything together with remarkable effectiveness. That is to say, it’s doom as fuck. The tragedy of McCash‘s death in 2014 ensured that The Wretch — or Stormcrow, for that matter — never got a proper follow-up from The Gates of Slumber, but Simon continued forward in the band Wretch, whose 2016 self-titled debut (review here) answered the call that the album after which they were named seemed to put forth. It wasn’t the same — nothing is — but it was a worthy continuation of Simon‘s former outfit and a beginning of something new.

In 2019, The Gates of Slumber announced a reunion of sorts. With the occasion of the 2020 Hell Over Hammaburg Festival — which actually happened! — as the driving factor, Simon brought on Chuck Brown on drums and Steve Janiak on bass (both also guitarist/vocalists in Apostle of Solitude), the band went to Europe for a few shows and captured some prime live and rehearsal footage in the process. The new incarnation of the band has released some of that stuff through their Patreon, as well as some footage of the group’s first run, studio behind-the-scenes stuff, and so on, but I don’t know if they’re writing or working toward a new The Gates of Slumber album or not. I wouldn’t mind being surprised by one one of these days, in the way of sudden Bandcamp drops, but in the meantime, revisiting what was so clearly a special time for them makes me wonder all the more what the Simon, Janiak and Brown lineup might have to offer.

As always, I hope you enjoy.

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So, I guess war, huh? The tribes of Europe, who’ve been fighting and redrawing maps for over a thousand years, are at it again. And young and old, military and civilian, men, women and children will die, land will be scorched. Everybody’s got their WWIII boner up. I’m not trying to be glib about it — it’s a genuine tragedy, most of all for the people of Ukraine, including friends of mine — but if humanity was ever going to learn not to wage war against itself, I think it probably would have by now, and failing that, what’s really left to say about us as a species? We’re awful and someday there won’t be any of us left. Maybe who/whatever comes along next and claims earth as its dominion (which, come to think of it, is part of the problem in the first place, so hopefully who/whatever’s next doesn’t make that claim to start with) will do better.

On more domestic questions of diplomacy and battle, The Pecan — aged four and four months as of today — and The Patient Mrs. worked out some weeks ago that today, Feb. 25, would be the day he peed on the potty. He’s done it once before, after sitting on the toilet for a literal eight hours, and I kind of think that might be where today is headed as well. School was canceled owing to freezing rain and other wintry whathaveyou, and when I woke up, it was his yelling and crying about being on the toilet that did it.

I’m in the bathroom now, having spelled The Patient Mrs. so she can go upstairs and get work done, and I’ve hidden the diapers so he can’t go find one and put it on (I told him diapers would come back after he peed on the potty, so he’s not freaking out that they’re gone forever), and after trying every bribe in the known universe and giving him buy-in by picking the day, I guess it’s just a matter of making it happen. He’s physically uncomfortable from having to pee so badly. He holds in his poop for days on end. This is something that needs to happen. He knows when he has to go. They’ve tried at school and he just refuses all bribes and continues to hold it in until he gets home. It’s a thing. A whole thing. It’s been a thing for over a year and it’s only gotten worse. Do I think there’s a freezing rain’s chance in hell that the issue will be solved today? No, I do not. It’ll happen when it happens. But if we come out of the day celebrating even a drop or a trickle going in the toilet, that will ultimately give us a win from which to move forward. That win will have been worked for.

He’s currently watching Doc McStuffins on my phone. We did Bluey for a bit too and we may or may not get to Muppets as the day plays out. He’ll be hungry in a bit, so I anticipate a lunch break and then, yeah, probably back for more of this. That’s real life. Happening right now.

Thanks if you checked out the YOB review yesterday. That show was incredible.

No Gimme show this week, but next week it’ll happen if you’re looking for it, which I doubt you are. I’m slowly making my way toward 100 episodes of that, which I’ll hit later this year provided they don’t cancel it in the meantime. Fingers crossed. I enjoy that.

Fuck. All Them Witches just posted a new song. Why does this crap have to happen on Fridays?

Alright, gonna go post that, then do lunch for the kid. Have a great and safe weekend. Watch your head, hydrate, don’t forget to use the potty before you leave the house. All that stuff.

FRM.

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