Khanate - Under a rotting sky

Coming close to the intensity of Khanate with a few words would be pointless. This is why music journalist always choose to tag bands with absurd name, they wouldn't be able to describe correctly the sound of a band like this in a little review or even in a two page article. A band like Khanate deserves a whole book of thoughts to describe the effet it can have on the listenner. Sure, you have to take this kind of music seriously, you have to accept the pain, the screams and the big and slow bass sounds to get close to the emotion that this band brings and embrace it like it was your own. Listenning to Khanate is not a peacefull experience. The first time I tried, I pratically stopped doing everything during the whole record and I couldn't move. It was too much and also too scary for me. But, I kept on listenning because underneath my fear there was a genuine interest for the sound that was created and the pure emotion of anger, loneliness and sadness that was dripping from my speakers. I've often described the sound of Alan Dubin's voice as a wicked witch on steroid but that's just a nice and funny way to describe something very painfull. I've rarely encountered such a talent to create anguish in a listenner just with a few correct words. "Mother, father, ghosts". Three words that means more together than the sum of their parts. This, like Hemingway's story in six words ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn"), is maybe one of the most powerful word association I've ever found. There are beautiful sentences, and there are also painful sentences. Khanate is painful music for noise freaks who gets pleasure from discordant but harmonized sounds that form beautiful but dark songs. At this point, I don't know if I should continue writing because I would fall into the trap I was talking about at the beginning. Describing, talking but never pointing precisely what makes Khanate such a wonderful band but also an experience that a few may like and even fewer may love. So let's just keep it short and let the music speaks for itself because no words could be as powerful as this. Everything is different, nothing compares.