The separator is so obvious, so blatant I honestly – HONESTLY – do not understand how everyone doesn’t see it and agree. It’s like sex. How can one not enjoy great sex? It goes against every instinct any animal possesses. When you find people who claim not to enjoy sex you have found broken animals. I feel pretty much the same way about record production quality. This is a black fucking metal record, and at its heart it’s doing all the things that every other black metal band does, even the “cult” ones. But this band has chosen the path of heaviness. They CAN present themselves clearly and heavily, so they do. And thanks to that I am about to give this black metal record a damned good score.
Fast, fast fucking fast. Orchestral songwriting without the orchestral orchestra – Morbid Angel on crank, but not the crank they are already on – a slightly blacker crank. Tripping between Zyklon, Immortal and Hate Eternal, and somehow taking away the best aspects of all, this band strips the fucking meat from the bone. Topped off with stellar musicianship and performance, the excitement level conveyed is off the chart. Precision without pretension, flawless malpractice by the most insanely brilliant of sadistic surgeons. You feeling me, here? This band buys, rapes and strangles your soul.
And the production is perfect. Every hefty slash of octaval chording, every racing blast, every melodic riff captured with nothing but pure sound quality in mind. Crystal clarity only enhances the blood-splattered-on-white-tile effect the group will have on you.
Bottom line: this is a record a metalhead does not HAVE to own, he simply will own. It’s inevitable. It’s like the next breath or the rotation of the earth. If you call yourself a metal fan and don’t figure out a way to get this in your collection you are a fucking lying degenerate country western cletus of the lowest brother fucking, trailer parking order.
Period.
