Metal evolves, and we’re left with the consequences.
I write this review with a mouth full of salt water (seriously)
so I can accurately convey the mood of the album. If I swallow the
water I’ll puke, and these songs make me feel similar — in a good
way. The darkest riffs lay beneath posthaste blast beats and words
like “cloak the earth with a thousand nights and billion dead.”
Sounds like this Swedish band is talking about George W. Bush
again.
World Funeral is empoisoned — impregnated with venom, which
could make it more than you can handle — but it goes well with the
news on, the sound on the telly down, and this in its place.
