Listeners are confronted with a vision of a desolate hell of sheer black despair and nothingness.
The album presents as though it’s a mini-opera: the music describes the fevered mood of its vocalist / protagonist, caught up in inner torment, as he rants and rages.
Thumping tribal-sounding drums and an evil spidery tremolo solo guitar bind the singer in his cage as he descends further into his personal abyss.
Death metal elements add to the tension and the sense of being trapped with the madman.
Le Chatier goes completely berserk and the deep thundering music mirrors his madness; there is always an odd sense though of the music keeping a tight control of Le Chatier and squeezing him.
The music is amazingly powerful, deep and thunderous and its overall sound is the major highlight of the album.
The guitars are raw and demented and the drumming no less crazed.
The tightness of the music, its precision and speed can be terrifying to hear.
The guitars are raw and demented and the drumming no less crazed.
The tightness of the music, its precision and speed can be terrifying to hear.
At the other extreme, Le Chatier’s screeching and ranting can be excessive, lingering as it does in the higher registers of his vocal range.
Surely there’s much more to madness and existential despair, there’s the blackest depression and moments of deep black space in the music where you’re forced to contemplate the finality of death and the black vacuum behind it.
Black vinyl version.