The never ending battle of the metal genres is whether or not a band is truly the genre that is attributed to them. Case in point, The 3rd and the Mortal. They seem to be considered a doom metal band but to my ears aren’t very metallic at all. That’s not to say this album is completely downtrodden, full of despair, sorrow, melancholy, gloom and all the other attributes typically associated with doom. Maybe that’s a testament to the nature of metal and what it can be. Regardless, this album intrigued me. The vocals by Kari Rueslaten are beautiful and the album itself seems like a story unfolding. Sure, it’s depressing as all get out and a tad bit long for something so determined to make you feel those feels but it’s intoxicating. Doom or not? I don’t really care.