Review Summary: Florida men truly are a different breed
A decade has passed. That is a lot of time for things to pass. However, among a myriad of horrible acts of human violence conducted against one another, sporting events of the duller caliber having transpired, a certain Mediterranean country feeling the hangover of a spending bender, ex-planet Pluto teasing its finest angles in a NASA photo shoot, 2015 Anno Domini will probably be remembered as a fairly meh year in the human experience. With the uncalled for brief historical nod out of the way, lets talk about an artistic endeavor that saw the light of day in this particular year of our celestial dictator. One that spikes the saturation of the rose tint just ever so slightly on the otherwise drab palette of this one solar orbit. Entervs Perdition Temple's The Tempter's Victorious.
This is an unrelenting tour de force of tremolos, jovial meters, solos and devilish screeches. It seriously does not let up on the energy at all for just over half an hour. It takes stamina just to listen to this bastard. It sure as hell is worth taking an extra breath ahead of pressing play though, because this is good. Very good. So let's dive into some of the finer details shall we?
The guitar-work on display is brutally marathonical (I'll just assume that's a word..). The riffs are mostly fast tremolos broken up by heavy palm muted chugs and guaranteed to give your picking hand a solid workout. The riffs are often in unusual time signatures and fairly long sequences, which keeps it interesting. Both guitarists realize that they have their own guitar and don't just play the exact same riff, but often harmonize and kick into solos, sometimes two layered on top of one another. Speaking of those solos, they evoke that wonderful Slayer vibe and there's plenty of them. These guys love their wah-wah pedals for sure, but I can't complain about foot stomped EQ curves! They sound glorious! The bass is equally impressive and audible in the mix. Huzzah! As for the mix, it is fantastic. Everything sounds incredibly natural and is audible and clear without being too polished or muddled considering the blistering pace these god-fearing gents play at. The vocals are a wonderfully even concoction of black and death metal that sits perfectly on top of the shreddage. Lastly, the drums. This guy bangs. Hard. As this is death metal you're obviously wondering about the sound of the snare. Does it pong? Does it clonk? No. They chose a good sounding snare. Nice. Oh and look at that artwork. Absolutely beautiful!
I believe I have typed enough words for a passable review now. Jam this.
