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.
Not my fave fuzzy garage unit. Any NYC hipster oughtta dig into Bad Afro’s roster and realize what posers they are, but ya can’t teach those trendies anything.
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.
Debut from Richmond VA’s noisemakers. Not my specialty, so I’ll just rattle off some toured-withs: A Life Once Lost, The Acacia Strain, Misery Signals.
10 albums deep, these Greek black metallers just keep slogging along. This one’s a bit faster. Never considered them top tier, but never fully dismissed them.