Album Rating: 4.5
I mean... are you fucking kidding me? I mean, I don't even know where to start. The mood, the vibe... the bubbling psychedelia, the flowing blasticity, the wildly creative vibe-groove headbanging....
This is one of those album where every track is fucking classic. Literally, every one. A lot of bands have albums where most songs are fillers, with only a few that have those really catchy, memorable musical hooks that stand out from the pack. EVERY track on here is that kind of song.
This is the most vicious death metal album ever. Just, the raw, aggressive, penetrating vibe is like nothing else ever created. The production is perfect; its slightly raw, slightly muddy, but in doing so, it creates the perfect grating atmosphere, allowing Trey's bubbly psychedelia to swell forth in great waves of LAVA.
Seriously, this album is fucking glorious. Everything you love about Morbid Angel is present: the fast, vicious riffing, the blistering, inhuman drumming, wildly creative grooving, slime-ridden groovey sludge, mind-melting solos that tell a story, catch-phrase worthy lyrics of the most utter of blasphemies, the most vicious, scathing music ever to be graced to disc...
Seriously, if there were ever an album to make me give up all worldly possessions, AND the internet, in order to devote my sole waking being to servitude, it would be this album.
If you take Altars of Madness, cross it with Covenant, and add a tinge of the latter half of BATS, and then feed it LSD and mescaline while watching the northern lights, then you'll have an idea of what this album can do to you.