Review Summary: Suffering and Depression in Audible Form2 of 3 thought this review was well written
You are in the ICU room of a hospital. Your closest family member is lying in bed hooked up to the respirator and IV that is keeping them alive after they overdosed on heroin. The moaning, the screaming, the moaning. Someone make it stop. You are powerless. You stare at your loved one, seeing them in a corpselike state. Pale, skinny, sickly, closer to death then they'll ever be.
These are the images conjured in my head during the opening song of Remains of A Ruined, Dead, Cursed Soul. The mastermind behind Mutiilation Meyhna’ch was rumored to have his own problems with opiates, which I think is interesting to note going into this.
The solo in Suffer the Gestalt
is absolutely twisted and hideous. It is a good precursor to the listener that you are going to hear a sadistic, sloppy, and despairing conglomeration of an album. Throw out all of your DBSM records because this is the definitive one. Mutiilation doesn't need attention grabbing band names, song titles or lyrics to prove anything to you. No, this is self-harm, suffering and depression in audible form. There are no happy sounding tremelo picked riffs here that could be mistaken for metalcore like in the modern ‘dbsm’ I’ve heard.
Possessed and Immortal
begins with one of the saddest riffs ever recorded. Akin to the first 5 songs on the album it features the trademark RRDCS sound. Frantic drums, dramatic dissonant riffs, and the finest tortured screams this side of Burzum.
There is a moment of hope here found in the song Through the Funeral Maelstrom
. An acoustic break appears like a dream tinged with nostalgia and melancholy. Maybe it’s a flashback to childhood, when the world seemed like a better place. Maybe it’s the brief feeling of happiness when one finally gets their dope fix. It lasts only a few seconds before it is washed away by a astonishingly inhuman roar from Meyhna’ch amongst a sea of pummeling percussion and haunting tremolos.
If you don't 'get' this album or think it’s a classic, come back at another time. Come back when you've given up. Come back when you can't get out of bed because you hate being alive. When darkness seems to be your only salvation, come back and listen. Actually, don't bother. Therapeutic is the last word I'd use to describe this. Hell, I hope I never listen to this album again.