Ten songs in I realized with growing alarm that none of these songs are very funny. They’re sappy and serious and whiny and sentimental and sad and shit.
A Bathory album of panoramic yet claustrophobic Viking metal that creaks like a chainmailed soldier of doom riding high atop weathered maritime planks.
What makes it good instead of just interesting is the use of distortion, vacuum cleaning, fuzz/space, and exploratory “free rock” to open up and connect.
The fourth studio effort, the first time the band were able to spend more than a couple of days on an album, which may account for the more polished sound.