Boar God – Forma


Mystical drone-punk? Yes, please. It seems almost paradoxical to have those words spun together in a way to describe music. It’s not common for the word mystical to evoke punk, and vice versa. Throw drone into the mix and you find yourself having a hard time putting that finger down. Just to let you know though, Boar God answers all of your questions and within the first few seconds of their newest record, Forma. You’ll completely understand what is meant by mystical drone-punk, and if your experience is anything like mine, it’ll be a super surprise.

“Stray Shadows” is the seven-minute epic that seduces you into the world of mystical punk. Immediately wrangled in by ambient guitars and swooshing sounds, the straight beat comes in takes you for a drive through the city lights at night. The smoothest, coolest vocals set the mood perfectly while being very laid back. There are parts of the song that shimmer with open chords and noise sprinkled over them. It shimmers and sounds like a million grains of sand are being poured out of a glass; but in the most soothing way that could be heard.

On first listen, it’s hard to tell if the second song, “Wreckoning,” continues straight out of the first, or if they are different beasts completely. Regardless, there is no lack of continuity as the album rolls on uninterrupted. It’s like one continuous drone note that if you zoom into has all these fragmented sections of music stuffed inside it. You get a bit of that EDM feel when layers of drone melody fall on top of the unwavering backbone beat. Some of chord progressions are inherently punk, the drums definitely punch from the punk world as well. It is the sound effects and vocals that do a great job of adding the mystical/drone element to the music. Boar God does this without creating a sound that sound splintered into different genres. Forma is this extremely cohesive trip.

“Cloud Forming” is another long song that drops in the first third of the album. Clocking in at nearly the ten-minute mark it begs for comparison to the long epics of space-rock bands like the mighty Hawkwind. From the soaring special effects, to the laid back vocals, the commanding drums, and the commitment to the trip, these songs carry you through time and space, bending ten minutes into this eternal moment that also flashes past you. It’s a never-ending moment that effortlessly collides with the next like one domino connecting to another.

“Fixation” is a song that follows not long after and describes your mood perfectly. If you’re still in the uninterrupted flow of the album, you’ll be completely locked in by this point. Spellbound to the hypnotic mystique and confident that this is all been perpetually going somewhere over and over again; you near the exit of the black hole. There will be a moment of weightlessness in “(moan 1)” where you will be released for a split second to realize how much the music has kept a hold on you for the past half an hour.

“Golem Blues” comes in late and is this great breath of fresh air. It has one of the best grooves of the album. Ringing like psychedelic desert vibes of Yawning Man, it is a crystal clear mood. The album ends with thirteen minute track called “Harvester Man.”  It is a micro dose of what the macro of this album has been and does not disappoint. It will leave you in a field of silence, as if dropped off by the aliens who abducted you.

Boar God is set to play May 2nd at Bar L’Escrogriffe in Montreal. See you there.

Written by Ben Cornel
*edited by Danielle Kenedy

About Ben Cornel 73 Articles
Ben Cornel (no relation to Chris) is one of many long haired, and seemingly faceless people that could be found in the band MOOCH and The Osmosis Jones Band. The guitarist-singer is rooted in the vibes of the 60’s and 70’s that echo through the musical world to this day. His goal as a review writer, more than anything, is to get people off of their asses and out to shows (including his own). Ben is a graduate from the Liberal Arts program at John Abbott College in Montreal; where his music trip really kicked in. Some say he is still tripping heavy to this day. Considering this blurb was written by himself in the third person, I’d say so too.

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