Review Summary: Satan approves.
Protogalaxy soup is bloated riffage subduing humanoids beside entropy slosh. Swirling maelstroms of entities confound and subjugate a helplessly captivated audience. This less traditional variant of death metal includes every wonky vocal effect, and less thick chugs than is prototypical. Call it the prototype of humankind’s extinction, indeed. Suffocating chambers that transcend eons persist, and the spirit vortex is open.
There are many methods with which one may categorize this metal. The guitar work strikes as progressive, yet the drums indicate technical death metal. Brutal vocals are as black as they are death, and bleed into the swamp-like guitar notes. Strikingly wet guitar tones formate an atmospheric canvas for the insidious, demonic lyrics and vocals further tell the story. Steamy guitar convection conjoins with the seismic universe entrapment. Brush strokes, nay, toxic gaseous clouds are emitted and dispersed. That is to say that this is very metal indeed.
The band attempt to be quite different, an endeavour which is perhaps too fruitful. Rather than straightforward riffs, the notes enjoy frolicking. Psychedelia ensues with some synths, and overwhelming wonkiness on all fronts ensures a strange atmosphere. It may be too weird for some, but I promise an intriguing visit.
Guitar work practically refuses to chug, and there is plenty of variety. The one sad note is it becomes quite repetitive with similar catchy patterns of the guitar being replayed. Not such a problem, when the album entertains to this degree, but it’s up to you. Will you ride the cosmic starship or enter the vortex like Doctor Strange flailing and screaming? Either way, you’re in for a trip.
