Review Summary: behold, mortal.
It was a triumphant return! With a bit of a skip, I slammed the car door in jovial fashion and proceeded down the driveway. As fast as my legs could carry me, I rushed towards the front door and thrust my extensive key into the hole. Home at last. Quickly tossing my shoes on the floor and my jacket on a hook, I was soon sitting in a comfortable office chair solely designed to caress my tush. Taking a moment to settle in, I entered what is known as the internet (no I didn’t surf the web, what a dumb phrase). There was only one thing on my mind – music. However, good music is hard to find, and Deathmoth Necromachine’s
Grim Void was good music. In fact, some say it sounds like breakfast cereal if it could sing, and considering the taste sensation of good old cereal, just imagine the sounds that would emanate if it could sing! It boggles the mind. It also seems bizarre and terrifying, which is exactly what to expect before listening to this monstrosity.
When I look back at the truly epic, beautiful, memorable, incredible, and best moments in music, Deathmoth Necromachine’s
Grim Void always comes first. Words cannot describe the meritoriousness of this acoustic black metal sensation, in fact, not even thoughts can describe it. Not only is it the best album ever, hands down, but it also instigates the best moment in a person’s life when they listen to only the first 0.1 seconds of any track. Need I say more? Absolutely. If anything, on the face of the planet, deserves to be talked about and hyped about, it has to be
Grim Void. Also, this is the album to listen to if you want to get into music. This is the album that must be listened to as many times as possible. This is the album that must be taken with you when stranded on an island. This is the album that will make you a chick magnet. This is it.
The end of the world has come in music form and you didn’t even know it. The music gods have granted us one last album, one last hurrah before we all die, so we might as well listen (to the album, I mean). How ironic it is that the album meant to keep us in perfect bliss and harmony will also initiate the end of the world. The music itself is so vile that the evil within kills every mortal who listens to it. The odor itself stinks of ten thousand human excretions after being vomited out by ten ogres dwelling in the mouth of the kraken - many Bothans died to bring us this information. So what are you waiting for? Listen to the album. There is little else that needs to be said. Listen to the album, mortal.
