Review Summary: The album that rules hard
Okay, so we’re playing with the cheesy side of symphonic black metal. Carach Angren meets peak Wintersun? Yes please. I’m writing this review on the fly, bare me. Anyways, this rules hard. The drummer is possibly more of a machine than a machine itself, which boggles my feeble human mind. How does he hit those speedy blast-beats with such precise, kit destroying force? Beats me, and as they beat the drums my ears are beaten worse than the ravaged drum set. By Odin, this pleases the metal gods!
That’s not it, though. Memorable riffs are amidst the ear assault, memorable because of the massive hooks, and also because they are heavy as a drowned duck. Quite a ghastly image they portray through the forests of playful demons. Yet, the lovely melodies tell me these gents are modern day bards. Basically, if you’re not a nerd, you soon will be. The power of nerd compels you.
In conclusion: this is some nerdy, ball clutching, face blasting black metal ***. Dark Souls 2 soundtrack but black metal. Nothing is wrong with that last sentence, it is everything a man craves. So hit up this smexy album if you value your ear drums, and aren’t so old you forgot how to metal. The album is relentless, the speed is brilliant like a razor of death, and the riffs sit on the chest in a very heavy way. Anywho — great album. Obviously repetitive as Hell, but in a way that will brainwash you. You don’t like black metal? It really doesn’t matter, those throat scratch vocals are cold as the third secret layer of Hell. Etc etc., nearly a perfect album.
