Album Review: Walls Will Sprout From The Carcass by Lord Cernunnos
Lord Cernunnos’ 2019 release, Walls Will Sprout From The Carcass, is not for the faint of heart. This harsh noise wall album from the US dives deep into an unrelenting sonic abyss, with its raw textures and abrasive tones leaving a lasting impression. Released independently under "Not On Label," the project feels untethered, almost like it exists outside conventional music structures. And honestly, that’s what makes it so gripping.
The titular track, “Walls Will Sprout From The Carcass,” sets the tone immediately. It’s relentless—a dense wall of sound that assaults your senses in the best possible way. There’s no melody here, just layers upon layers of distortion and static. Yet, within this chaos lies a strange sense of purpose. Listening to it feels like standing in the middle of a storm—you can’t escape, but you don’t want to either. It sticks with you because it demands attention, refusing to be background noise.
Another standout is the closing piece (though unnamed in the provided details), which I’ll refer to as the album's finale. If the first track builds walls, this one tears them down—slowly, painfully. The shift isn’t obvious at first; it creeps up on you until suddenly, the cacophony softens into something almost meditative. Not peaceful, mind you, but more reflective. You’re left wondering if there was meaning hidden beneath all that noise after all.
What strikes me about Walls Will Sprout From The Carcass is how unapologetically experimental it feels. Lord Cernunnos doesn’t care whether you “get” it or not—and maybe that’s the point. Harsh noise wall isn’t supposed to comfort; it’s meant to challenge. Tracks like these linger in your head long after the speakers go silent, forcing you to confront emotions you didn’t know were buried there.
In the end, this album reminds me of staring at a blank canvas covered in chaotic brushstrokes—it might not make immediate sense, but it sure makes you think. Or perhaps it’s just noise. Either way, it works. Funny enough, listening to it feels kinda like cleaning out your ears with steel wool—painful, yes, but weirdly satisfying when you’re done.
