Hailing from the swampy recesses of Florida the Ever aptly titled, Gloomlord is a solemn and stately descent into the swamps, both spiritually and physically. With five epic songs spread across an impossibly vast 42 minutes, WORM's second album pounds forward with ominous intent, but slowly-evaporating melodies rise from the muck 'n' mildew and bewitch thelistener with devastation and doom. Indeed, it's the lattermost element - DOOM - where the duo expand the WORM aesthetic, dynamically exploring the crevasse between light and shade, in a sense evoking the early '90s canon of classic UK doom-death as well as funeral doom progenitors Unholy, Thergothon, and especially Disembowelment; in fact, the lattermost-named band held the biggest influence on the stylistic shift across Gloomlord. Elsewhere, surprising twists of speed indeed twist the knife more cruelly, only to pull it back out - slowly - as that eerily reverberating melodicism takes center stage. The sum effect is drowning in that very same swamp, over and over but horrifically different from the last, ad infinitum and hypnotically so. Or, as the band themselves coin it, "Floridian Funeral Doom," and that sum effect is indeed unique, and uniquely Floridian.