Here is the basic thing about a drone doom record, you can’t just listen to it. The ideal experience is really to feel it. This means listening to it at Significant Volumes, to the point where your bones vibrate and you’re perhaps being altered on a molecular level.
The importance of this level of volume is paramount with Black Boned Angel’s The End. Structured as three tracks of considerable length, listening to The End is akin to those pain rituals where you endure to a point and then transcend to a higher state. Drones will wash over you and break you down with their monotony, the next level breaks through. With the requisite volume though, you get a much clearer window into the more subtle dynamics that form an undercurrent for each track. There are tiny bits of beauty here, little twinkling stars between vast black gulfs of space. There is even a touch of what I’m interpreting to be whimsy, with what I’m interpreting to be theremin on the third movement. Touches like that really go a long way for me.