Sumac - What One Becomes

Pitchfork 78

Sumac, Aaron Turner’s new trio, succeeds at making minimalist doom metal because they recall what fans of Isis loved without resembling his past work in the slightest. Sludgy heaviness and melody meet as before, but they clash instead of meld, and their fraught coexistence is drawn out. Turner attempted this with Split Cranium, a collaboration with Finnish experimental/metal linchpin Jussi Lehtisalo, but the space he affords himself in Sumac goes a long way. What One Becomes, Sumac’s follow-up to their debut The Deal, feels both more whole and more deconstructed, and that it arrived a little over a year after shows how focused they are on adapting as a unit.

They demand more patience of you here, leaning harder on slowness until it starts to feel like claustrophobia. There are fewer faster metal freakouts here than on Deal, which make them all the more jarring when they shatter the peace. Sumac unleash most of their fury on leadoff song “Image on Control,” filled with skronky guitar scrapes, blastbeats and doomy stomps. The closest that One gets to any melodic pleasantries is in “Clutch of Oblivion,” where Turner lets a melody flicker for four minutes, a carrot for those demanding a Panopticon revival, before blasting it into oblivion. He then takes one last stab at the hardcore prevalent in Split Cranium, meditating on a crunchy buildup before unleashing. Even if it’s more recognizable, Turner knows how to ride a riff out, boiling it down to its most base hypnosis.

Throughout One, the sound is so wide-open that it threatens to come apart, but drummer Nick Yacychyn, also of Vancouver hardcore group Baptists, keeps a solid grounding. His playing is the group's secret weapon, and his sensibility makes One sound like Khanate with groove on the brain. (Turner’s guitar tone also approaches the metallic drear that Stephen O’Malley channeled in that group.) His flexibility makes the 17-minute “Blackout” an exercise in indulgence that doesn’t exactly feel like one. His steady tom work carries the piece through plundering depths, ambient segues, and a halfway mark that’s equal parts speed metal and modern classical.

One feels more improvisatory than most of any of the members’ prior works (especially bassist Brian Cook, better known for his work in modern prog-metal heroes Russian Circles), and that makes it alien to most metal. Sumac are pushing metal in a direction so uncomfortable it may cease to be metal, into an openness that isn't about saying “FUCK YOU!” the loudest. The result is some of his most exciting work since Isis disbanded.