Fields Of The Nephilim – Mourning Sun Review

South London’s Carl McCoy has taken fans Fields of the Nephilim on an interesting journey over the past 20 years. McCoy grew up in an environment steeped in religion, and found his days as a youth filled with stories whose origins were buried deep below the surface of Old Testament writings – teachings from works such as The Book of Enoch (Enoch being the great-grandfather of supposed flood-snuggler, Noah), which focuses much of its attention on the doings of fallen angels known as Watchers, who apparently fell to Earth, begat sons and daughters from mortal women, and in turn, taught their offspring – The Nephilim – some of the shadier aspects  of angelic life, including sorcery and incantations. It was writings such as these, coupled with McCoy’s growing fascination with films depicting The American West, that lead his musical endeavors down a strange, dark goth-rock meets spaghetti western path.

McCoy’s early works, such as the seminal 80s release Nephilim, employed many of the goth elements shared by his peers at the time – Mission U.K., Clan of Xymox, etc. – but also held a curious “western jangle” to the guitar patterns that set Fields of the Nephilim apart from the flock.

In the mid 90s, the band essentially became a solo project for McCoy, so he decided to take the music in a more modern direction for 1996’s Zoon, an album which dropped much of the western feel and leaned heavier on industrial/metal elements.

Mourning Sun, McCoy’s first album in 10 years, essentially continues where Zoon left off. The album is chocked full of heavy bass lines and light guitar strumming that brings to mind early goth-rock titans Bauhaus, Joy Division, or The Cure, but throws in generous doses of atmospheric keyboards, heavier riff patterns, looped industrial noises, and angelic choral vocals to give the album a new twist. Also spotlighted on Mourning Sun is McCoy’s signature deep, sometimes rasped vocals. His voice is strong, confident, and never strays too far into the romantic vampire-styled vocals many of the bands in this genre often employ.

Mourning Sun is an album best experienced in one sitting, as opposed to the “one track here, one track there” approach to listening. While each song’s foundation is different, they all have a similar ethereal link that not only occasionally bleeds from one song’s exit to another song’s intro, but also helps tie the whole work together.

Track one, “Shroud”, sets the album up nicely, but is really little more than an extended intro to the excellent “Straight Into The Light,” a song that dips into the metal patterns, industrial loops, and heavy bass lines mentioned earlier. Song three, “New Gold Dawn,” slows things down a bit and emphasizes a song structure similar to late 80’s Mission U.K., while the distant “Requiem XII-33” spotlights McCoy’s pipes and stands as probably his strongest vocal delivery of the album. Track 5, “Xiberia”, starts off with an almost Floyd-like guitar lead before morphing into the most industrial song on the record; the rasped chorus and driving rhythm are very reminiscent of mid era Ministry.

The last two tracks both clock in at just over 10 minutes. “She”, the slowest cut of the album, makes generous use of atmospheric keyboards to help give it a very melancholy sound, and the closing title track revisits the heavier end of the spectrum laid down earlier in the record, along with the ethereal choral backgrounds during its quieter moments.

Mourning Sun is a triumphant return by Fields of the Nephilim. It certainly warrants the attention of fans of the genre and may pull fans of metal looking for something different into the fold as well. You can certainly toss me in with the group that’s hoping it’s not another 10yrs before the next release.

Posted by Captain

Last Rites Co-Owner; Senior Editor; Handsome & Interesting Man; Just get evil all the time.

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