If Red Harvest's sophomore album is anything to go by, it's the several degrees of separation regarding the material engulfed within. There are the first two songs and "Mastodome", early pointers of excellence that would abound posterior Red Harvest albums; there are the tribal vibes of "alpha.beta.gamma.l.e.a.k." (which would be further elaborated to great effect by Gigandhi in Rafflesia); last and least, there's everything else that either fails to fully detach itself from the passable thrash of Nomindsland, or it's merely a lukewarm affair towards the new and promising directions set by the Norwegians.
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