When I first heard None So Vile, I wished I hadn't. The speed and brutality, the sheer power of the album, running like a tsunami through my headphones and into my ears. After listening to the first 4-6 seconds each of "Crown of Horns", "Slit Your Guts" and "Dead and Dripping", I had put my minds at ease. This was no band for me. In fact, it probably wasn't a band for anybody. How could anybody ever like this?
I don't remember the next step, but I do remember that I, who had listened to it for perhaps a grand total of 10 seconds, found myself craving. Somewhere deep inside this heart of mine, Lord Worm's shrieks of agony, Flo Mounier's paced bursts, Jon Levasseur's rythmic shreds, and Eric Langlois hellborn bass. I put None So Vile on my iPod. I listened to it several times, the sensational music stimulating my Eastern sense of music.
None So Vile is a masterpiece. Few disagree on that, but for those few uninitiated; listen to it. Just listen.
The album starts out with a growl. Not a human one - but one of a beast. Then, we hear a wonderful sample from The Exorcist 3. And then... it begins. Like a brutal bash to the forehead with a mace, you're in it. Wonderful solos pass, drums and vocals woven together like cherry blossoms flailing in the wind, and before you know it, Ash sits right in front of you.
"Go ahead and run. Run home and cry to mama!"
As swift as Flo's beats (or maybe not that fast) the album passed, right before your eyes, just as everything must die, just as the leaves of the sakura trees fall. In an instant, it just passed.
If you disagree with the 5/5 this album deserves, I have a tantÅ you can borrow. |
