Forget all those false goats clogging up the scene, the real deal is back! 19 years after forming and just two years after their debut full length album of blasphemy the horrible filth ridden Finns are delivering their new declaration against humanity and of course its maker. At times the primitivism behind this album (don’t worry production values have not been cleaned up in the slightest) is akin to ancient cavemen banging sticks on wood and howling at the moon. In fact looking at the cover one is reminded of the sort of roughly hewn out sacrificial crucifixion they may have carried out in hope of appeasing ancient gods. This is an album that is probably the rankest thing that has unblessed these pages since their last offering, if it came in a scratch and sniff edition it would be puke and shit stained. Nope, let’s not put those sort of ideas into their heads they might just go for it!
This diabolical treatise is but a scant 30 minutes in length, gargled backward vocals and the sound of thunder exude like a foul fog from my speakers on pressing play and getting the intro ‘3rd Invocation.’ From there the crust laden sound of ‘Apotheosis Of Lucifer’ rumbles out. The production may well be craggy but that just gives me the excuse to turn it up, at least the bass is nice and thick and drums boom like rancid flatulence, this cannot be referred to as weak treble heavy black metal that’s for sure. Doom laden this rolls over you as the mid-paced sermon chunders like puke, thick with lumps from Lord Angelslayer’s blackened lips.
By ‘Tribulation Of The King Of Worms’ Sinister Karppinen is blazing away on the drums until the flow drops over a precipice into a groovy slow passage of torment. Yes there is a melody here and it is a slight shock but it is no thing of beauty that’s for sure. Backing choral vox join in on ‘Goat And The Moon’ and really do take by surprise, this is a really slow and eerie number and the gathered brethren offering some clean light vocal relief were no doubt slaughtered at it’s conclusion. The lurching punk (the new black) sound of the title track stands out as does the furious clusterfuck that is ‘Worms Born Of Martyrdom.’
This as expected is for the old school bangers of bestiality, werewolves wearing human flesh who shed it off by the full moon and appease their blood lust with this, the sound of madness by day! If you are false do not entry…… simple as that!
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