Bongripper Credit: Steph Byrne

It wouldn’t be a Bongripper album if the Chicago doom squad didn’t give it some sort of crass title that parodies metal’s predilection for the vehemently vile and violent. Their new Terminal (Great Barrier) follows the great tradition they established on previous releases such as 2007’s Hippie Killer, 2008’s Hate Ashbury, 2010’s Satan Worshipping Doom, and 2011’s delicately named “Sex Tape” b/w “Snuff Film” seven-inch. Which is to say, it offers more of the same Bongripper: gargantuan sounds that treats doom like an obelisk that’s heavy and imposing in all the ways you can hope in this corner of the music spectrum. They spread all the weight of the world out across two tracks, “Slow” and “Death,” that together extend for 40 or so minutes, the bulk of which travels along at a geriatric pace that somehow feels full of life even its most crawling. Guitarists Nick Dellacroce and Dennis Pleckham bring nuance and complexity to what otherwise might resemble a musical tundra, shifting from subterranean, sometimes nearly inaudible ambience into concrete slabs that, at the beginning of “Death,” seem to stretch on for days. Bassist Ron Petzke and drummer Dan O’Connor bring singular focus to both songs; you could probably set your watch to the sound of O’Connor’s tension-snapping cymbal.   v