Given his Dimmu-ship as well as a multitude of Old Man’s Children, somehow the reticent black star rising finds time to boil and toil another swirling brew.
A new level of maturity. There’s a cohesion here, a rounding of the sharp prog edges into a massive and moving, mostly mid-paced and slow-end-of-fast thrash.
Their second full-length effort unleashes a maelstrom of masterful riffs and ballistic rhythms. This Canadian sextet let loose nine insanely cacophonic bursts.
It’s Angela who steals the show. Her muted and processed vocals on AoR are replaced with a ravenous, starving beast raping the microphone for all its worth.
Infamous for their sickening breakdowns, and the mosh parts are all over The Code Is Red… They’ve got a more late-’80s NYHC, Agnostic Front feel to ’em.