Complicated rhythms, machine gun guitars, double-bass drums, and the operatic vocals of also guitarist Oddleif Stenslaf who aspires to Nevermore’s Warrel Dane.
Sprawling and expansive, yet it retains certain classic elements. Doom, enhanced by cavernous vocals, creates a sort of controlled black metal symphony.
Their blend of technical death, metalcore breakdowns, and grind speed is refreshing in a time when many bands seem content churning out the same old shit.
As the title suggests, Fallout… acts like a companion piece to The War Within, replete with covers, re-recordings, unreleased material, and a few new tunes.
Anneke’s voice soars above the tinkerings, pulses, and throbs, always sounding vaguely Irish to these ears. The catch in her throat will put a lump in yours.
Part noisy college rock (when “alternative rock” was still ROCK), part punky rock, gonzo solos, and “I need a goddamn job!” hollers over Sex Pistols swagger.