For those willing to overlook doom metal’s stoner nihilism and satanic posturing (and, of course, the acrid odor of its most committed practitioners), the music can provide a clenched, cynical take on New Age. After a decade spent hammering it out in the underground-metal circuit, this slow-handed Baton Rouge metal outfit has emerged as one of the style’s key ambassadors. Smeared, apocalyptic guitar riffs lift Bryan Funck’s grim, screeching vocals, which recall classic black-metal singers while sidestepping any hint of Dungeons and Dragons. Funck’s punishing songs are grounded in reality and written in droning long form; for the right pair of ears, they can be downright meditative.