Review Summary: Grindy Math madness that will place despair into the heart of even the most cheerful.
I awake in a daze. The light is dim, barely illuminating the dank and run down urban nightmare I find myself to be surrounded in. This place seems unfamiliar yet simultaneously I feel this place was visited maybe two years earlier. The heat eradiating around combined with the humidity hanging in the air creates a feeling of pure claustrophobia and helplessness. The sky is streaked with ominous clouds of of brown and grey pollution, not even a faint hint at the sublime blues that once graced the sky.
The hoarse cries and screams of a tortured man accompany me constantly as I wearily tread this world. His voice truly speaks of a man completely disenchanted and a feeling of utter defeat towards the world of consumerism and organized religion, with his cries and shouts of “He is Never coming back” and “how its is, how it is going to be”. He clearly displays his adamant disdain and repulsion towards the downfall of society, and the hypocrisy he finds in religion.
The noises and uproar that accompany these yells can only be described as pure pandemonium. They intensify the stranglehold of the oppressive atmosphere. With a constant churning and gnashing of guitar strings and the pummeling and destruction of what once was wooden drum sticks and metallic cymbals, a wall of pure dissonance and destruction is thrust upon me. This urbanized nightmarish world is further escalated with no light or hope in sight.
As I awake some thirty-five minutes later, the feeling of dismay and anxiety still hang in the air. The last gang shouts of “not prayer, not prayer” may ring in my ears for hours to come, lingering with me like the remnants of the savage world this record portrays. I wonder if this is something that should be revisited, and I know that a temptation will arise to once more visit this world. Filled with the unharmonious tunes and harsh vocalizations that a select few will find addictive, if they also find enjoyment exploring the realms of dissonance of converge mixed with the sludge and swagger of acts similar to Baroness.
