The review (as seen on Metal-Archives):
Brutal. Menacing. Brooding. A nuclear bomb hitting a desolate wasteland of black metal. A tsunami of noise and obivion assaulting the barren desert of grindcore. The horn summoning a revitalized form of blasphemy and misanthropy to shed its bleak rain of corrosive poisons upon humanity. This is what Anaal Nathrakh's inaugural opus of annihilation has spurred: a creature fed with pure hatred towards everything breathing.
Musically, Anaal Nathrakh's Mick Kenney doesn't disappoint; a veil of noise covering the brutal shredding and riffing of his nihilistic guitar-work, that manages to regurgitate extreme aural assaults, capable of destroying everything within its reach. I would assume that the drumming here is real, although it's pretty goddamn fast; too fast actually. But that's OK, considering that the drums only add to the magnificent aura of gloomy and dreary atmosphere that the very essence of this album's existence creates. The bass here is more felt than heard, though, but I don't mind that at all; considering this album should invoke a feeling of extreme hatred and scorn, feeling putridity is much better than feeling it, really. And finally, the zenith of the torturous apparatus of annihilation are the vocals and the "lyrics" (song titles actually): Screams of an executioner, as his very veins pump with the blood of his victims as he executes them; growls and grunts of a monstrous super-mutant as he rips through the shreds of flesh and the sound of the entrails being digested and corroded by the venomous bile and acid within its body. The lyrics, I'd assume, are just pure and unadulterated misanthropy and annihilation (obvious with tracks such as "Pandemonic Hyperblast", "When Humanity is Cancer" and "Human, All too Fucking Human"). The vocal style just adds so much to the music along with the lyrics. The best songs here are definitely "The Supreme Necrotic Audnance", with an amazing black metal riff, and "Pandemonic Hyperblast", with an intro of, well, pandemonic hyperblasts and a non-stopping assault of doom and infernal ruin.
So basically, what you got here is an opus of damnation and castigation. And I don't feel I've exaggerated with the use of metaphors and analogies here; this album really did churn and made all these feelings within me. I guess Kenney and Hunt managed to do what they tried to: to awaken the feelings of hopelessness and Armageddon. Not for the weak-hearted nor for those who hate noise and "atmospheric" stuff.
Musically, Anaal Nathrakh's Mick Kenney doesn't disappoint; a veil of noise covering the brutal shredding and riffing of his nihilistic guitar-work, that manages to regurgitate extreme aural assaults, capable of destroying everything within its reach. I would assume that the drumming here is real, although it's pretty goddamn fast; too fast actually. But that's OK, considering that the drums only add to the magnificent aura of gloomy and dreary atmosphere that the very essence of this album's existence creates. The bass here is more felt than heard, though, but I don't mind that at all; considering this album should invoke a feeling of extreme hatred and scorn, feeling putridity is much better than feeling it, really. And finally, the zenith of the torturous apparatus of annihilation are the vocals and the "lyrics" (song titles actually): Screams of an executioner, as his very veins pump with the blood of his victims as he executes them; growls and grunts of a monstrous super-mutant as he rips through the shreds of flesh and the sound of the entrails being digested and corroded by the venomous bile and acid within its body. The lyrics, I'd assume, are just pure and unadulterated misanthropy and annihilation (obvious with tracks such as "Pandemonic Hyperblast", "When Humanity is Cancer" and "Human, All too Fucking Human"). The vocal style just adds so much to the music along with the lyrics. The best songs here are definitely "The Supreme Necrotic Audnance", with an amazing black metal riff, and "Pandemonic Hyperblast", with an intro of, well, pandemonic hyperblasts and a non-stopping assault of doom and infernal ruin.
So basically, what you got here is an opus of damnation and castigation. And I don't feel I've exaggerated with the use of metaphors and analogies here; this album really did churn and made all these feelings within me. I guess Kenney and Hunt managed to do what they tried to: to awaken the feelings of hopelessness and Armageddon. Not for the weak-hearted nor for those who hate noise and "atmospheric" stuff.
