Organs, scary keyboards, and fist-banging rhythms offset the hyperspeed paces – but in the end, it seems so random. And “inconsistent” production doesn’t help.
Mostly breakneck-speed black metal, with dabbles of supporting keyboards. When the tempo “slows,” the riffing approaches memorable, almost singable, beauty.
The hard-to-find material he recorded from ’83 to ’85, most of it in an appealing light-pop vein that suits his thin voice and none-too-overreaching lyrics.