The Invisible Mountain

Comparisons draw themselves between Jenks Miller’s Southern Gothic drone metal and Cormac McCarthy’s crimson dusk — sparse, hypnotic, peppered with violence and unease and a feeling that the bleakness may be the true way of things. First released on a noise label and then a metal one (which, admittedly, had dabbled in noise before), this is neither and both — it’s a sweeping, Krautrock/psychedelia-influenced look at the nonexistent line between man and beast. Miller’s rasping hiss certainly straddles that divide. The title track articulates the inner turmoil best, taking a desert rock guitar tone and leaving it in the dust to die. Then it all fades away.