On the Long-Awaited Tchornobog, There Is Triumph in Death

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A German priest by the name of Helmold, while traveling among the pagan Slavic peoples of Central Europe, noted a peculiar custom. As the Chronica Slavorum attests, the Slavic peoples would utter curses into a bowl at their feasts as an act of tribute to the malevolent black god Chernobog, noting with deference the important roles of death and destruction in the frail reality of the human experience. Nearly a millennium later, visionary musician Markov Soroka has revived the legacy of the black god, not as a facile tribute to death and sickness and gore as is the case with so much vapid metal posing as serious art, but as a mirror, reflecting the fragility within the genre itself. And in each of us, if my own response to Tchornobog is to be believed. Yet, within that weakness, as within the speaking of the curse, there is a surprising, and beautiful, strength.

On a purely superficial level, Tchornobog, the debut, self-titled release from the one-man project Tchornobog, is one hell of an extreme metal album. Across four gargantuan tracks, Soroka deftly blends massive riffs with haunting melodies in a densely layered, pitch-black melange as menacing and powerful as the frightening vision of the Chernobog conjured by Walt Disney in the original Fantasia. Labyrinthine chords coil and strangulate on “The Vomiting Tchornobog (Slithering Gods of Cognitive Dissonance)” in a fashion more frightening than anything conjured by Abyssal on Antikatastaseis. Upward arching leads and furious blasts raise the tension and drama in “Hallucinatory Black Breath of Possession (Mountain-Eye Amalgamation).” Those same pounding drums reverberate with a martial cadence in “Non Existence’s Warmth (Infinite Natality Psychosis)” sufficient to make any militant metalhead take note, and the truly sinister outro of “Here, at the Disposition of Time (Inverting a Solar Giant)” is pure destruction in its intoxicating brutality.

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Yet, even upon first examination, Soroka’s true intent is evident, if not fully apparent; the surprising catchiness of the work allures, beguiles, beckoning you to peel back the layers and to look deeper. The recursive main riffs repel and attract in their cyclical motifs, pulling you deeper and deeper beneath the sedimentary layers of trem and kick and reverb and growl. Bizarrely melodic peaks loom up amid the black gulfs carved by the riffs. Clean guitar lines gently weep within the ponderous craters left by the drum barrage. Emotional tempo changes abruptly rattle and reveal a shockingly frank vulnerability. There is emptiness and desolation between onslaughts, offering survivors respite, peace. Amid the album’s admitted heaviness is a stark humility, an insistence to keep digging. Exhume, exhume! Exorcise the evil, Soroka seems to be bidding you as he paints a lush picture of suffering with shimmering, almost-post metal leads, saxophone lines, and spoken-word transitions. Stare straight into the unblinking eye of the world’s hate and see what it reveals.

“The purpose of the project is to assume the body as an empathetic creature to understand both the Self and the attempts to find meaning in the world,” Soroka claims. His words ring true. It is impossible to look deeper into the Tchornobog without looking deeper inside. The black god compels it.

“Est autem Slavorum mirabilis error; nam in conviviis et compotacionibus suis pateram circumferunt, in quam conferunt, non dicam consecracionis, sed execracionis verba sub nomine deorum, boni scilicet atque mali, omnem prosperam fortunam a bono deo, adversam a malo dirigi profitentes. Unde etiam malum deum lingua sua Diabol sive Zcerneboch, id est nigrum deum, appellant.” – Helmold, Chronica Slavorum.

When art looks back at you with that cyclopean eye, it can be deeply unsettling. Two weeks ago, I called my grandfather and told him I loved him for the last time. Between his sputtering breaths and rasping gasps for air, he told me he loved me. When I hung up the phone, I sat there paralyzed for what felt an eternity. Eventually I found myself at home, listening to Tchornobog while I cursed the cruelty and ugliness of death, our common heritage. “Non-Existence’s Embrace” called out to me amid my tears and black thoughts, its plaintive saxophone lines and empty spaces offering no mere empty epithet but simple recognition. As the death metal gave way to doom metal gave way to a sublime air of ambiance, I wasn’t asked to stand boldly against death or evil. I wasn’t asked for anything. I was invited to simply feel. And in that feeling, surrender.

It’s impossible for me to give an objective measure of Soroka’s technical skill on Tchornobog, and to do so would feel as perverse as the old black god himself. But therein lies the album’s power. As intricately mystifying and delicately crafted as anything you’ll hear within metal this year, Tchornobog shines not for its prowess but for its subversion. Tchornobog drinks deep of death metal’s collective bowl of curses, spitting back out a bizarre inversion full of shining introspection, unexpected instrumentation, and, most importantly feeling. But it goes a step further still and offers you that bowl.

In a genre, a world of meaningless cruelty and empty hate, Tchornobog offers honesty and introspection, allowing you to surrender as fully as you can while you look inside and beneath.

5 out ov 5 Goodbyes

Tchornobog comes out this Friday via I, Voidhanger. Buy it here. Like the band here.

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  • Elegant Gazing Globe

    I kinda feel like this one is more along the lines of 5 uncomfortable normies

  • TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE MUSIC IS BLACK AND THE PLEBS ARE FILTHY. OH PLEASE TAKE ME HOME!!!!!

  • sweetooth0

    now all we need are albums with a mountain with a nose, a finger and an ear and we can form the 5 senses on mountains collection with this and Death – the sound of perseverance.

    • Dubby Fresh

      I’d be willing to wager that you could find at least one of those things on some Girardi-painted cover

  • I, Voidhanger is on a roll lately.

    • Jeff Manteiga

      Releasing I, VoidBANGERZ left and right

  • RJA

    Nice W.! Will read later, stuck doing actual work right now – I think the bandcamp had a release date of 2020 or something for a while so wasn’t sure it was going to come out.

  • Count_Breznak

    For not being one of the major gods chernobog gets a whole lot of attention..guess the name has a certain ring to it.

  • Maik Beninton™

    Album is for nyp here.
    https://markovsoroka.bandcamp.com/

  • Hans

    Very cool review.
    Didn’t get into this as much, but checked out his other projects. That first Aureole is awesome.

  • drug_genosh

    nice write up, I was wondering what the backstory was and you captured this album perfectly. Tchornobog is rapidly climbing my AOTY list, its been on loop for days

  • frozengoatsheadupanunsarse

    Quality review man. This is sounding very nice. Heck of a trip. And man, that artwork. I friggin’ love giant eyes, especially in places where you don’t expect giant eyes.

  • RMK

    A great review worthy of a great album, nice job W. Aureole, Slow, and now this, dude can do no wrong.

  • Such a touching review, brother. And the album is sounding incredible so far!

    It is worth noting that Soroka made tech death with Eternium, too! Which is probably the prequel of Tchornobog’s story. Read more here: http://www.toiletovhell.com/stumbling-upon-blast-head-records-via-eternium/