Dimmu Borgir may have waded even deeper than usual into the realm of symphonic melodrama this time around, but they’ve still got the riffs, so fuck you.
Metal is alive and well and living in Europe. Americans futz with knuckledragging nü metal and ’til-you-grow-outta-it hardcore, European metal pushes forward.
Split (kinda) into power metal on disc one and extreme on disc two, tracked alphabetically per disc, there’s so much to open yer eyes, if yer at all into metal.
18 songs, 78 minutes, there’s creepy, brutal, eerie, sexy, and every combination you can imagine, and plenty you can’t until you hear these dark masters.
Reminds me of the band concocted for Wayne’s World: Tia Carrere, the Marc Somethingerother from Keel, and a couple other guys who look like they’re in bands.
Part black metal, part Goth rock/metal, all excitingly scary and sexy. For anyone into darkwave, Goth, or whatever else they’re calling it, ya gotta get this.
It’s a somewhat uneven, but entertaining, little package with pristine production, bound to make the brutal black metallers writhe in anti-commercial pain.
They’re heavy that blends the sounds of throat-tearing vocals, maniacally riffing guitars, and technicolor dreamcloak keyboards into one “symphonic mass.”