Album Review: Brache – A Raw Journey into Black Metal’s Depths
Released in 2016, Brache by Brache is a self-released black metal album that plunges listeners into an abyss of raw emotion and sonic chaos. The record, unpolished yet deeply evocative, captures the essence of its genre with tracks that feel both primal and hauntingly introspective. It’s not your typical glossy rock production; instead, it revels in its DIY grit, courtesy of Not On Label (Brache Self-released). This isn’t music for casual listening—it demands attention.
The tracklist unfolds like chapters of a dark narrative. You’ve got “Side A [Brache - Illusion|Realität]” leading into “Illusion | Realität,” while “Side B [Genese - Erosion]” transitions seamlessly into “Erosion.” But two songs stand out as particularly memorable: “Brache” and “Erosion.”
“Brache,” the titular track, hits hard right from the start. Its dissonant riffs claw at your ears, but there’s something almost hypnotic about how the melody spirals downward. It feels like staring into a storm—chaotic yet mesmerizing. The vocals are harsh, sure, but they’re delivered with such conviction that you can’t help but feel their weight. It’s one of those tracks where every screech and blastbeat seems to echo long after the song ends. Maybe it’s the way the rhythm shifts unpredictably or how the atmosphere builds without ever fully resolving. Whatever it is, it sticks with you.
Then there’s “Erosion,” which brings a different kind of intensity. Slower and more deliberate, this track feels like watching decay unfold in real-time. The guitar work here is sparse yet crushing, creating a sense of emptiness that’s oddly beautiful. Around the three-minute mark, the drums kick in harder, adding layers of tension before pulling back again. It’s a masterclass in dynamics, leaving you hanging on every note. If “Brache” is the storm, then “Erosion” is the aftermath—a bleak, reflective silence that lingers.
What makes Brache so compelling is its refusal to conform. There’s no attempt to polish the edges or cater to mainstream tastes. Instead, it embraces imperfection, letting the music speak for itself. Sure, some might find the production quality rough around the edges, but that’s part of its charm. It’s real, unfiltered, and unapologetically raw.
Reflecting on Brache, I’m reminded of why black metal continues to captivate fans despite its abrasive nature. Albums like this don’t just entertain—they challenge. They force you to confront discomfort and find beauty in the chaos. And honestly? That’s kinda rare these days. So if you’re looking for something that pushes boundaries and leaves a lasting impression, give Brache a spin. Just don’t expect it to hold your hand through the process.
Oh, and one last thing—don’t listen to this album while folding laundry. Trust me, it won’t end well.
