Being always on the lookout for bands seemingly dwelling in obscurity
but nonetheless of high quality and definitely worth listening to, I
stumbled across this darkened threnody of an album. Very few bands are
even on the same league in terms of sheer insanity and chaotic fluidity
encapsulated in this piece of music tentatively entitled 'Death, Pierce
Me'; a title tentative and yet revealing of what is to follow upon
placing this disc in your CD player. The first track starts with a
smooth and reassuring piano piece before the incipient signs of insanity
scythe through at full blast. The wailing, penetrating and ear-piercing
cries of Nattramn burrow through the ear drum leaving you in an initial
state of surprise before you finally become habituated to his unrivaled
vocal delivery. Melodious and sweeping guitar riffage which always
move on frenetic rhythms exacerbate all our mental wounds and leave the
senses in a state of dread and alarm. Cleaner piano passages
sporadically crop out assuaging the wounds made by this audial assault
before we are once again plunged into madness as if being carried on an
emotional roller coaster. The vocalist is screaming, crying, choking,
doing anything humanly possible through his vocal chords; he is not
imitating nor is he putting any effort to do so, this is a person who is
genuinely in psychic torment. This is an album which at first take you
must press the replay button to re-assure yourself that what you heard
was actually real. Black metal? Perhaps.. But this album delves in so
many levels that labeling its uncompromising and subversive sound, makes
the tag seem mundane and insufficient. This is the soundtrack of
meditative suicide, a never ending damning to bottomless perdition, the
tormented cries of the damned; what more is to say truly?
(written for Metal Archives - November 3rd, 2005)
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