Review Summary: permutations
it's dark. the room is shifting. faster, faster, faster. really, things are happening at a pace that just doesn't seem quite real. it closes in around you just like those nightmares from so long ago; it's just so claustrophobic you can't even think anymore. is this your mind? is this what your mind sounds like? no... probably not.
really, it's just a convoluted contortion of guitars working around each other in a gory spattering of near incomprehensible madness. turn the volume up—turn it up again, then. ah, it cuts right through me... is this really a 'gory spattering?' is this what pain sounded like? i don't quite remember.
ten or a thousand minutes have passed and you've nearly forgotten where you are. the room encasing you is an indeterminable mass of vacuity simultaneously crushing you and ceasing to exist. when you muster the strength to open your eyes, there are lights. stars? they come and go so quickly that they blend into each other, just like everything else. come to think of it, you're just part of the room now, too.
just like the stars, the sounds slowly begin to melt into one another more and more, accelerating and decelerating as if they can't quite find the exit. screams to whispers, back and forth and wrapping around each other in a blood-speckled chasm of torrential sound conveying the desperation and bewilderment of the cosmos. or just your pretty little head. you begin to wonder if all this of this really has a purpose. what am i here for? what are these crazed voices telling each other? what are they telling me?
holes. holes are punched in all around you. hands reaching and grabbing and groping for something, but there's nothing in there. it's just you. who the *** are you? you lay there squirming and struggling and wondering what you've done to find yourself here. what sins did you commit? the response is silence, then giving way to chills, then giving way once more to pain. a pain like dozens of needles pushing inside your delicate body. bloodless, clean. why does this make so much sense?
i suppose i must have deserved this fate after all. acceptance will grant me the peace i've been looking for. a reprieve from the world crushing me without a care. i probably brought all this on myself, so it's only natural that i'm the only one who could do something about it. i have to do something about it. oh, but good lord does it hurt! it feels just how i imagined hell as a child. maybe that's where i am. am i still a child? who was i, anyway?
Encenathrakh are a ***ed up brutal death metal outfit who sound a little like Defeated Sanity on bath salts. It's not a bad listen. Give the record a try sometime if you feel like it.
