These guys still rock your fucking ass. Just because they’re intelligent and superior musicians doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten how to connect emotionally.
Millennial black metal, littered with blastbeats, monster keys/symphonics, demon growls’n’snarling, and all the ripping guitar a metalhead could ask for.
Like Judas Priest records, Accept albums were albums, and ya just played the whole thing, thinking some songs kinda bit, but others make paper routes bearable.