American underground doom metal heroes Revelation trace their origins back to 1986 with an approximate ten year run with several demos and albums. Founder and principal John Brenner might be best known for his more recent work with Against Nature, another champion in the metal underground. Brenner and his comrades have a true DIY work ethic: recording on their own on their own dime and releasing nearly all of their music through his own Bland Hand Records. After some successful festival shows several years ago, Brenner with Brett Hall (b) and Steve Branagan (d) decided to reform Revelation; For the Sake of No One is their latest release.
Without doubt, Revelation should be recognized a significant representatives of the doom metal genre. From the opening riffs through the solemn slow groove, For the Sake of No One packs all the expected anti-climactic power one should expect from cousins doom, stoner or sludge metal. The lyrics are genuinely somewhere between mysterious and meaningless and delivered in a sung/spoken unintelligible, nearly unconscious, way. The music moves in such a droll and elusive manner to sound like a marriage between Muzak and Prozac. Quite possibly both the performers and the listeners need the latter to tread through this doom-soaked bog. Shipped to me with no press materials and with no track listing on the CD booklet, I can only point to track numbers and not song names for emphasis. Tracks three and four are absolute delights of melancholy doom, with the latter having a more classic heavy metal spin. Brenner should be commended for his well-paced and articulate guitar work throughout. While doom metal has never been my metal of choice, the quiet precision and formidable reverence that Revelation shows for the genre on For the Sake of No One makes this work a worthy accomplishment.
While doom metal has never been my metal of choice, the quiet precision and formidable reverence that Revelation shows for the genre on For the Sake of No One makes this work a worthy accomplishment.
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