FÓRN Returns With Rites of Despair, Their Most Powerful and Bleak Effort Yet
Fórn's entire ethos rests in soul-crushing heaviness. The reconfigured Boston doom quintet seemingly emerged from ashes this year after a lengthy and tumultuous two years. Relocations, lineup changes, the rigors of life, and the finality of death all stood in their path. Still, even through all of it, they bounced back on their new full-length album: an 11-track, two-act ode to isolation, decay, and more called Rites of Despair. Across its expansive runtime, Fórn battles, not only these themes but the very conventions of their music up to this moment. This is a band at an inflection point. A sludge-laden funeral doom band turned into a monolithic force unleashing their ethos at a level they haven't before.
It starts in the opening seconds. Lane Shi of Elizabeth Colour Wheel lends her unique wails to the harrowing opening track "涂地," a very early crescendo before plummeting into the nearly nine-minute "Manifestations of the Divine Root." Combined, the album's first single showed Fórn's explorations into new sonic territories as well as their solid penchant for glacial doom. As the album unfurls, these elements only become bigger and greater.
"(Altar of) Moss, Lichen, and Blood" sees the band channel modern death doom tropes—a mid-tempo lurch highlighted by a huge hook. Elsewhere ambient interludes "Ego Desecration," "Auraboros," and "A Transmutation" all offer a brief respite from Fórn's bleak take on doom metal. The furious conclusion, "Subconscious Invocations," meanwhile taps into black metal motifs. Album highlights "Scrying Below the Wolf Moon" and "The Ancient Wisdom of Sorrow" capitalize on the band's tremendous ability to craft metered and methodical strikes on a listener's wellbeing. Their dual-layered guitars (courtesy of Joey Gonzalez and Danny Boyd) and thunderous low-end (Brian Barbaruolo on bass and Christian Donaldson on drums) rival genre greats like Asunder or modern contemporaries like Hell and Lycus. Of course, Chris Pinto's hellish growl adds to the arrangements' sinister tones and dark subject matter.
Fórn issued a statement to Metal Injection about Rites of Despair. They explained, "Our first proper full length is the physical and sonic embodiment of a collective torturous journey. We have carved our pound of flesh and put it to music for all to devour. But is it is our pound of flesh; a rotting, enveloping evolution of isolation, misery, loneliness, detachment, derealization, and depersonalization. Rites of Despair is a manifestation and accumulation of weariness and dread brought on the wings of inward isolation; a recoiling from a world barren of empathy, void of morality.
For these very reasons we hold this art, we've created dearly to us. It is both a way of processing the feelings of existence that can truthfully be hurtful to the very essence of you, but also as a way of freeing from the weight of those experiences. That weight, that flesh, lies and waits to be consumed. We hope it's proper sustenance to fuel the growing loneliness and despondency in us all. Our future is lush with melancholy."
From start to finish, Fórn certainly delivers their most complete and powerful music in their roughly six-year career. Their trials and hurdles couldn't kill them. In fact, it did the opposite. It turned a great doom band into modern titans of the genre—an upper echelon talent with a diverse array of influences and a brilliant knack for pushing their limits. In consequence, they undoubtedly delivered one of the best metal albums of the year.