The paces are less suicidal, Dani’s screech is a little labored, and foot-stomp and spooky stalkings don’t make women clutch small children to their breast.
These modern metal veterans haven’t gotten the exposure they deserve, writing an exotic blend of Latin rhythms, guitar textures, and post-Seps metal riffery.
Two discs of concert footage, videos, and interviews, with the pristine production values and sound quality from a band that never does anything half-ass.
How you feel about Therion depends largely on your tolerance for hugely melodramatic, pretentious opera metal. Experience Therion with this six-disc box set.
German powerhouse Caliban does the whole metalcore meets the NWOSDM (New Wave of Swedish Death Metal) thing well. For a debut full-length, this is really good.
There’s prog twiddle mixed in with single-note howl and “I like this riff, I’m going to groove on it for the rest of the song,” clean singing and more yowling.
Each song is mammoth, building slowly and steady until the climax, and you realize you’ve been staring in silence at the speakers, mouth slightly ajar.